30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 9

I move my head

The world moves with my vision

And keeps moving when I stop

Back and forth

Until it settles

three seconds two late

a pendulum

Girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

Fire water

fuels my take off

This smoke brings clouds

to level of ground

And turns it into fog

And in this fog

I see shadows of other lost souls

It feels good

Now

For three seconds

As I turn my head

I'm not alone

Surrounded

by girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

please don't stop

I'm so happy

I could spin

I'm the shit

watch me put my face in the toilet

as I vomit away

my depression

seizing the reason for existence

and fucking it with the finger that doesn't give a fuck

When it comes

I swallow

And gargle

to spit this mouthwash

so when I leave this bathroom

again surrounded

by girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

i'll lose interest for anything real

Because reality is pain

So

of course

in an effort for pleasure

I drive myself insane