brain gone bad

strange little poem about my speed days

“brain gone bad”

 

 

my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out

paint can groove of my heart. neck stiff as frozen.

every time I look in the mirror I’m sweatier.

pills taste sweet, but not like candy.

the kind of sweet I think baby vomit is.

someone cut me open,

poured cement under my skin,

and it’s just starting to harden.

4 am’s the same as noon.

I somehow missed the moon.

now I’ve turned yellow,

mellow and greasy as popcorn butter.

by the smell I might be decomposing…

three showers later the stink’s still there.

 

 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

i know exactly what you mean

i walked home in rainbows many times
early shadows leading me down
my door like a cavern gap where
stepping in would change time

you and i know of these places

very nice

[Leap]

Wow. I can't say enough about your imagery.

[DavidRyan]

The world you create about drug use and ideas that go through your head, I can relate completely. I'm just more surprised I'm the only one commenting on these. I hate when brilliance isn't appreciated.