Freeballing

i can sense this pervading feeling of unreality.

practically everything is tainted with this ever present "gone in a split second, a heartbeat in the blink of an eye" vibe and if questioned the point is honed to another dimension

and then it’s WHAP upside the head with a cold fact or nine

they know that some of us know what we know but they don't know who knows until we agitate them enough like a persistent insect only to be swatted or sprayed

ocular rhythms and peripheral sounds

i shouldn't be left alone

but i'm no good in a crowd

and every single soft thing i have to say i have to shout it out aloud

i wanna be me but i don’t wanna see what's behind the cloud

this is some pretty good dope.

as a poet i’m ably to flay a side of me wide open for a moment.

try doing that as an apprentice butcher

or a third year trainee surgeon.

i can have a crack and i can put it back but there are never any promises or guarantees