8hz

circular logic

you can’t concede to yourself

this isn’t over

i’m on your shoulder

interrupting every thought

i know what you’ve done

i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

rushing toward me

it’s so loud my eardrums burst

i wake in a sweat

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

on the radio

you struggle reading adverts

wordplay falling flat

rushing toward me

it’s so loud my eardrums burst

i wake in a sweat

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

a glass full of port

a briefcase full of money

the news full of lies

mosquito bitten

sun-burnt and dehydrated

we trudge through the swamp

is it just a zone where they watch that shit 90’s sitcom?