Slipping...

 Slipping


Feeling sorta sick,
held on firm but still lost my grip,
getting dizzy with the spins,
lost my balance and starting to slip,

out in the cold looking for something to hold,
feeling shaky on earth that’s quaky searching for sold ground,
in a full house with four Aces still I feel like I want to fold,
surround sound of loud shapes blurry visions and fuzzy sounds,
all coffee,
no rounds,
get off me,
and out of town,
get off me,
can’t hear you my thoughts are too loud,
too high so high,
eyes low head lost in the clouds,

found in the sounds,

between,
heart beats and shallow breaths,
between,
surface heat and deep end depths,
between,
making sweet love and really rough sex,
between,
historical passed things and what’s next,

suffix,

Ms.,
Mrs.,
Mr.,
Dr.,
Sr.,
Jr.,

see your,
still on the seashore,
sands erode,
plans implode,
and you find your boat has landed back to where you were before,
feel your grip slip,
slightly sick,
all these contradictions creating the perfect storm,

Where were we before we were contained and conformed?

Why do all the picture perfect people seem so deformed?

When was it we were reformed after being reborn as the new norm?

What have they done stripped me of my dignity and clothed me with this uniform?

When will we realize that the American Dream has been reborn stillborn still we don’t mourn?

Feel worn,

tired and sort sick,
held on firm but still lost my grip,
getting dizzy with the spins,
lost my balance have started to slip,

I’m,
dying,
we’re,
dying,
lost my mind and found some time,
still haven’t found the reasons yet for these rhymes,
or redemption in this trying times,
but honestly I’m trying,

I’m,
dying,
you’re,
dying,

so far gone,

so far gone,

so far gone you even miss you,
so far gone I even miss me,
so far gone we miss ourselves,
so far gone away and getting dizzy,

for real,
I feel,
sorta sickish,
fading getting visions,
life’s a b!tch,
and that b!tch is vicious,
but I’m married to this life,
so until I die I can’t divorce it,
so I’m stuck here in this body,
suffocating in a corset,

sorta sick,
losing my grip,
getting dizzy with the spins,
lost my balance and starting to slip…


∆ Aaron La Lux ∆