all the tiny little hot rocks
from the joints you smoke
burn tiny holes through matter
until your brain is pock marked
and ruined
you forget how to spell
use grammar
hold a coherent
conversation
your mind dives and swivels
jumps like a demon
from bouncy castle thought
to bouncy castle feeling
you close inward
shelter
shutter down
the window of the soul
everything becomes hostile
ambiguous
you lurk ever on the defensive
the shadows become immense
until the dawn opens
like a lions jaw
and the sun shines through
like a splinter in the eye
the stark reality
merely a spoiled
fortunate son