the world is such
a screwed-up place.
I needed food, sleep,
but the monster denied
every bit of it.
Playing wasted couch
potato was all that I
could ask for.
And more.
Fading speed buzz,
escalating alcohol,
it was all I could
do to stay upright.
So I didn’t.
Used Up
Burned out, adrift on a sea
of uncertain synapses,
a place where
your eyes
refuse to focus
and your brain
refuses to function.
Somewhere between
the transvestite
who slept with his
(her?)
mother’s boyfriend
and the perky
blond
(transvestite?)