More something contemporary

Loosely fitting analogy
I fling my boredom room-wise
Grinding for release, catch a tumultuous titillation
Fail the breezing, drop the bubbling and excite
Turn the screws to pin the nuts down
Those rowdy rag-tags bandying about the mind
Knocking and knuckling around, so much drunken decision making
Lost to the whim, drunk to the brim
And peeled from the greased dregs of: what for, why not
I slip to the sinister slicks, peeling down the asphalt face pressed hard on abrasion
Pulled the bloodied salad, sensory askew, the bobbling and frail pain of a view condemned
Stumble, like so many clipped animals; beastly without orientation
Murdering being against static; crammed against objectivity and unrelenting
A profusion of nemesis, fractured mirrors; envenomed splints hold reflections against intentions
I claw at stacks of ambition, with raw, rank, naked fingers, they tumble over broken bones, the shaken limbs and skeletal corpus, crushing myself for not letting go
Belch the sanguineous puddles, blood-lakes emerge. I am all pitter-patter pumping rusty empty through my veins
An ultimate exclamation, the will dies in my mouth, fetid corpse medication, blistering tongue, corroding maw and tooth. I wretch, bend me to fixation or break some bar; loosen some imprisonment. Let bound those phantom fawns all a-bloodied limbs, lesion as freedom, scrawls its curse-blessed monuments: “Through the storm I find safe haven, through desperation solutions met, many of the damned were save’n, withdraw from life and you’ll regret, never having all the chances, one must foster, one must curse, hope and doubt pursue their dances, and I find solace in the verse”