I want to take acid
with the invisible man
inside my head…
the old ways have
lost their lustre,
their sheen, their gleam…
hope is asleep
with unfulfilled
possibilities
and I’m tired of trying
to wake the bastard up…
…but I don’t have any acid
and I’m old
and don’t know
how to get any,
and I’m losing touch
with my festering reality…
so I smoke jellybeans
and smash my head
against the walls
of discretion.
April 5th, 2025