my circadian
rhythms play like
a one man band
having a seizure
as he falls down
a spiral staircase
wheezing profanities
into the harmonica
strapped to my mouth

i am a human(ish)
dreamcatcher stuck
in prismatic decline

each new year
i begin to fear
my best days are
now far behind me
yet each new day
i find a way
to carve new scars
on lies which bind me

epiphanies come
a dime a dozen
when you’re bipolar
screaming alone

i do not advocate
using drugs as a means
to tame your demons
but i also make it
a firm point to never
listen to a word i say