Dissociation.

Life,
 one of them bubble things that people walk in,
can’t
see the danger when I start talkin'
 drop on my face
 it cushions it, anesthetized
 can’t tell myself to stop pushing it
  swear on my life,
 never did coke,
 my nose did.
 I just watched.
Then it got somewhat botched.
They sit, stare,
Like all my fever
needs is a flannel,
Your face, a blurry telly,
check me change aimless channels
I sweat profusely in the cold.
scan high streets for Woolworths,
 graveyards for mum,
bailiffs for a heartbeat
couldn’t find one,
scan policies for justice
 can’t find none,
 scan chart lists for Busted
,oh the shock, yeah it come
 always tangy like mustard

You probably wonder how I rationalise,
you see
 I don’t feel,
,eat-sleep-act dazed-repeat,
cartwheel
while this  clay faced man
(self-made)
outlines another personal defeat
 sitting baffled asking,
‘How’d it happen this time’?
‘Fuck sake, who let my brain pull out it’s wire’?
‘Could really do with being set on fire'
nihilism gaudy, bright
, drawn by this kid,
he's five
don’t know him
but he clings to my coat tails,
asking
 when I last felt alive,
 recalling that I was once,
'til
Mephistopheles
did a job on me,
freed
By speed for my ADHD.
but i don't mind, i feel free
glorious, sedation of
responsibility