This is "Tremors" by Mic M. L. Silverline. It is one of two of his poems which were recently published in the Labyrinth Literary Journal.

These eyes-lids are puppets –

hair-triggered

                                 the neck sags – pupils recoil

                                    And I Drop.

Pretending

to be unbeaten – twitching fiction

         Jaw drops out – useless; enfeebled

                   my hands cover it

                         They stall – they gawk

                                        While my head seethes

When will it stop?                             Flickers-twitches

       A racking that does not kill                             twitch

                        only pains                                      Drop.

                            Demanding – capturing me

                                            I cannot escape

They come                                  always there

        Quick and quicker                   prosecuting

               Drop.                        Through glass

                                                            Drop.

They

      shatter me – outcast me

                        I sway and waver

                                       They persist – I am lapsing

                                             My world is lapsing – waiting

Drop.                                                  World out

Too quick                                                         Drop.

            It fights against the body 

                                A tooth-tipped stabbing

                                                 mouth bleeding –

      gurgling

                                                               Clicking phlegm

                                                 Wheezing from a sand-bagged esophagus  

                                                                          

                        I am derailed – Drop.

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/mic_m_l_silverline/poem/1001904