Dead Sensation

Dead Sensation

Last vestiges of summer rot and stink
Drugging me
Rocking me
Sick at sea to sleep.

Post-nap in the afternoon, brain drained and
Odd chemicals rinsing sorely -

Hello?
I've woken up as somebody else!
And am afraid and nervous
Eyes sunk in me' 'ed.

I know where I am but
I don't know where to go, what to do.
There's food in the fridge
And money in my pocket
But I am lost.

Is this too easy?
Somebody ask something of me!

Soothe with icy shower (don't smoke!)
Cunt on my forehead

Give me a war and some hatred,
Prejudice and my lover back please -

This is the stuff of drama!

But?all falls into spider's web soup
Light and not nutritious.

Silly bemoan!

But I have only this little domesticity.

Is this the politician's longed-for peace?

So I'll have to invent some causes, so as not to be bored.