Swayback

Swayback

I cant remember my name

shifting uncomfortably

in my comfortable chair,

it's about the bad music,

and the words that chirp by.

A threat to the nervous system.

Buckling under the pressure

to perform like a star

like a super-star,

like broke-down swayback 

like a defunct Prozac robot.

I'm a biter

an endangered species;

crazy,

upright uptight

living for last night.

'...and it breaks my heart to see you this way...'

That's what they say,

listening to some other daydream 

philosopher,

and I sit and ponder

how I'm going to get through

the next five seconds.

I'm a candle without a wick.

I'm a cigarette without a match.