So tired I'm dizzy
seeing things
Lying with the shakes and the sweats.
Not lying in court
but prone in bed
Hoping for a rush of coming dark to take away
the eternal still life never changing canvas
of these for ever closing walls.
They say 'take the pills'
that the pills 'will help'
I say 'flush the pills'
that 'the pills are bullshit'
But that's off topic
all that matters now
is that I've been writing since two in the morning
pieces of crazy flowing out of my pen
onto pieces of paper
that seem ever so bright
by the bedside light.














