No target. Still shootin'.

A something snapped in my efferent neck sunaptein.
My heady, blood-lubbin’ sparks,
Up-in the marked vein on the jugular left,
Hurtme a half-hand down my vertical throat.
This current that charged then charged!
The isolated, instant “ow!”
Nervous potential-passed;
Realized without my permission. Not okay.
Not yes-painful
But irksome, zee-literal, potent jerk.

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this poem's about this weird little shock that went through my neck; it felt like a rubber band snapping... it was very electrical. Why do they happen? 'they' being the misfirings...