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Words vomited to paper in the wee hours of withdrawl |
| Sea sick stomach heaving All stimulus overload No words, no pictures For this every-nothing Needing anything Give me something! Can't sleep Try, try, try, lie Awake in thick suffocating darkness Closed eyes bring wigglethings creeping Walls, floors, ceilings, covered Maggots on them, on me Churning empty stomach To desperate retching Of air and acid Exhaustion giving way To nightmares not so different From this daymare of present A hospital, tubes, wires, machines Humming, thumping Like a hole body heart beat Hair falling in clumps and handfuls Skin covered in ringworm rosies Regarded like a leper Gasp-panting waking delirium So real, what's real? Rising in search of comfort Escape from surreal realities Rocking, screaming, thrashing, smashing While sitting demurely on the couch What is this madness? |