CLOSE EXIT

Copyright: DETOX

some laugh track
in the background
imbues

the starving ghosts
are an emblem
within which
the masculine witch
resides

a high tide surfaces
as seemingly happy families
knock each other over
to make way

well, I SAY

this crude nightmare hardly begins
and its filled with
neverending, full-faced grins
technicolor spins
my laces are untied
when im stoned im uncomfortable
you cant look me in the eye
i cant look you in the face

where are we?
what is this place?

well, I SAY
i wont be much longer

with each deep inhalation
im figuring out
how to figure things out
my brain is in some deep recession
i eat meals like harrison ford in blade runner
every night for dinner

i type into a box to communicate thought

my alchemy eyes have given up the potion
mixed in a chemical seal
i have revealed an emotional layer
boys on the other hand are natural players
i wear my heart on my sleeve

i get up and leave
fastidiously out the door
comfortable with exits.