alternating
between
social distortion
and
kyuss
so i cannot
tell
if i am
broken hearted
in need of a fix
or driving
through
the desert
with a
demon
in the passenger seat
as hell
rains down.

either way
seems
alright
as the traffic
never slows
on the concrete
arteries
feeding
the wasteland
around me.

maybe
the
disconnect
is in my
addled
brain
or maybe
just maybe
reality
has finally
torn
and anything
is possible.