On the Scribbles

I move in and out
of my mind, one
at a time, I
see things that
should not be
because
the laws of
physics
of reality
prohibit such
things from
existence
and then there
is a flash
electric
like kool-aid
pouring down
in rainbow techno
colors
and I find
myself on a bus
with a madman
behind the wheel
name’s Neal
he yells
drunken, too drunk
to drive
but it’s fun
Tom’s there
so is Jack
cross country
cross the stars
cross the sky
double crossed
by my mind, you don’t
don’t see
don’t see it do you
the spinning
of the world
beneath my toes
I can see it
feel it
like fire burning up
the sky
just one more drink
one more jerk
lights out which should
put me to sleep
but nothing ever does
been awake for years I think
and I think about sleep too hard
which is probably why I can’t ever
seem to sleep
deep thoughts deep
smashing the controls
wanting a rebelion
proclaiming Burroughs as
my self proclaimed savior
we must be free
we must be free
but damn my words
I just want to sleep
eyes are closed
but I can’t seem
to close my mind