I’m a seasoned performer I’ve played this gig before the mind jarring hallucinations the confusion of signs and significance all new oblique angles and novel geometries vast oceans of awkward instance it’s a total mindfuck acid burn but I’ll keep my head down go by the numbers ‘til I’m discharged and I can go home
going
home? I thought I was they won’t let me leave they say my blood is toxic and I’m in the danger
zone coz someone mixed my meds up and
dealt me a lethal dose now I’m scared
like never before it all seems
real of course it does I suspect it is but I won’t let on I’ll just dummy up tight least said, soonest mended
they tubed me
up and leeched my blood pending the obligatory psychiatric interrogation
when they issued me with papers and stuck me here in the psycho ward where
they can better observe my exploits my prognosis still looks scary the devil is at the door the main event this moment is the battle for my soul
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