Spaced Out

Once upon a rhyme
In a space displaced of time,
The ganja and Grey Goose get along just fine.
Snickering as they play a game of chicken with the mind,
Melancholy mingling with that laid back confidence,
Each has a stale yet heavy footed cogency.
The pounding music matching my heartbeat cadence,
Disrupts the roulette game with the insane.
Outside authoritative rain,
Ignored by the masses gone out of their brain.
While in this sorry state I ponder a gloomy swear,
Twisted thoughts prod5ucing a darkness rare,
Staring down that fate say “Fuck it, I don’t care.”
Teetering on the edge of forty winks or panic attack,
Can’t be certain whether I am going or coming back,
Can’t sit still for the duration of this floundering,
They’ll know I’ve gone belly up.
Deceptively time is simultaneously slowing and speeding up.
Will the sun ever shine in the sky again?
The shades refuse to roll up for some odd reason.
I have my suspicion,
That it’s no longer the sunny season.
In the house of masked reality:
One second lasts forever; happy
An hour is gone in a blink;
lonely……..