Insipid Riot by Kevin Smith

A flaccid addict gulps his cup
With salivating jowls
Wearing tomorrow’s shirt
Eye sockets shot with coffee
Temple skewered through with caffeine
A crown-full of sober, pit; hungover,
back cracked with disgruntled fissures.

Elsewhere
The pining wireless glitters and strains and transmits in grey syllables Explaining a scene of Bursting bellyfuls of flame, spraying spittle and cracking jaws To the thrilling quietness of fans