Mortality Day

hard rubber pon bones      
 crunching crackling        
blood pavement          
 centuries caked        
throat raped        
 by over-cold        
orange soda          
 ripping through        
enzyme membrane        
 a thrill not unlike        
horse pumped veins        
 'cept the thrilling          
corrosive rush        
 of Fanta          
NEVER wanes        
          
today        
 clearly        
a mortality day        
 viscerally,        
parasitically aware        
 of my unstable        
sub-atomic status        
 painfully conscious        
while hurtling through        
 below freezing winds        
above acceptable speeds        
 in rickety CR-V        
designed solely        
 to fertilize          
the Green        
          
 stacks puffing        
spectacularly        
 arctic fronts bolstering        
their billowing vapors        
 cancer laced?          
you bet!        
 but beautiful as hell        
caressed          
 in magic        
pre-dawn light        
          
this powerful        
 genetic forager          
spawned laughably into          
synthetic theory        
 run amok        
running the maniacal risk          
 of non-acquisition          
since I knew WAY better        
 skating 'cross          
paper thin        
 calcium ice        
fueling          
 The Handful's Paradise        
and I just now realized        
 my balancing's        
been on razor blade        
since birth      
 into Time