With a compass that never pointed north.
Become encumbered with dread
Overwhelming incoherence — the cotton brain effect.
Doctor has to cut the phone out
Of her hand,
“Its like a modern day rune,
you need it for luck” he snickers, for his
luck is his youth predates it.
the lonley man
who followed me to the next bar.
I presume he was pre-conditioned too,
A life of a debilitating understanding of reality,
Sober and somber, only idiots call it pessimism
My inner voice speaks. I know its harsh–
comfort of a sharp glass of wine, to unmute
where I’ll wonder how I got to be this way.