After the first hit
the boy fell back onto the bed
and threw his head back
letting a great laughter pour out
high pitched and terrifying,
teeth bared like a mongrel,
voice losing all signature and tone
growing more and more hysterical
until predictably
his brain exploded
in a galaxy of atoms blue, black, red
pulsing out of sequence
like plastic stars --

His eyes..poor boy,
miserable radioactive boy
every useless vowel
writhing and collapsing on the carpet
giving way to
moist, cold silence --

"The bureau knows all your registration numbers, friend.
Leper's hand flew away to the Dogstar";
in the end all this meant nothing.