In the morning he phoned in to cancel his early class
but his hangover never quite came
his mouth wasn’t desiccated
and staring at himself,
in the bathroom mirror,
he saw that his eyes weren’t bloodshot
In the afternoon he slept and dreamed of sheep
faced people reflected
Hearing voices in your head is insanity
Pull yourself together, he told himself,
you are in need of psychiatric help
but the psychoanalyst in LA County Jail
just cleared him, saying that’s his perfectly fine
Self-control, Self-control, was the answer
Nobody goes insane, after all except weaklings
Everything is relevant
Everything is relevant
Nothing is relevant
Parallel dimension, smokeless fire
The fourth state of matter
Freed electrons pulled away
From atoms or molecules
They're ripping his consciousness
away from the body
Unlocking the secrets and mysteries
of mind, matter, and reality
The fourth state is the most
common one in the universe
In rapid succession, following a genetic script
He can’t see the
other side of their face
Their pressure is
Crushing his chest
Some alien entity had taken
over his mind and write that check
My God, he thought, I am possessed
Landed at LAX on Thursday, and brought
8 ball of coke taped to his junk through
customs without any trouble
Officials had orders from the CIA
not to fuck with him
testing Their limits of
hacking into reality/consciousness
Struggle to become you,
in face of the harsh truth of reality
became too much for him to bear
Fear set in cracked open
an ice-cold beer
Life is a beautiful nightmare and/or wet dream
that's draining away from your soul
Thoughts and feelings race through consciousness
making words incomplete, pounding away
at that old 1s and 0s
All these questions with no answers
leaving his consciousness a wreck
alone, beaten, and one hot mess