Glass (Crank 2)

locked in a battle

between the need to dive

into REM slumber and the

desire

to start the damn party

already! I remember

that awful tug-of-war well.

So why jump right back in,

release

the monster to stalk

my days, haunt my nights;

to bite through my skull

and suck on my brain?

From

a purely omniscient

point of view, it makes

no sense whatsoever. I

have freed myself from

physical

addiction, no rehab but

to endure sweating, puking,

and cardiovascular jumping

jacks. The mental

bonds,

however, seem as strong

as ever, and the piece

of me that recognizes

that knows I might be

making a very big mistake.

Maybe That’s Why