what’s the matter

rest my body and for a moment

my brains contents slow down to a speed

that i can keep up with

i had to work to maintain this

tempo blink of an eye

it speeds up again

eyes jittery, little shaky what

wants to pour from my mouth

i love the highs but the lows are getting more pronounced

decadent thoughts now steeped

turned to stew i

tend to sit and soak in

it’s hard to explain just what I go through

i trust myself i really do

that’s just an angle

the world is dual

though they say what we think is two is really one

I try to meld the moving parts

existing inside my own damn head

it fuzes taking on new shape by

now i think i’ve counted hundreds

ecstatic quakes, disaster teemed

look away, this one has teeth

i bathe and wash what needs to be

it reeks oh God that smells like a dream

I like to think or thought i’m thinking

chasing highs all

swim or sinking traversing through

great worlds i’m scattered

what i want to say when you ask,

“what’s the matter”