Emmy.? Where art thou ?

Another set of brain matter to fry off the motherboard.  
Saw it coming from a mile; thought this somersault from this crash would levitate differently.  
Earths in disgust over my ubiquitous affinity for head-on collusions.  
Throbbing headache building patiently on the right side but my hope is burning quickly.
These stop starts. Life is traffic jam for the juiceless.
Twines of twisted metal ice cold from deceit pierce through.
Oil and ash dripping but the don’t mix up. Op pay up. For the waste even though this product was legit.  
But this Phoenix would spring up. Wings spawn spreading over new heights.
In Cole’s word, ‘my intuition is telling me there’ll be better days’
Do I need a joint ?
Sign off on a high. ‘Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality’