Smelling Salts

Just give me a dose

So I don’t overdose

Forget it

Let me comatose

Crochet my fingers into a rope

Mind locked its self behind the door

So how can I get out

Let me win

I’m stuck

Throw the sheets over my only motive to live

Give me a dose

So I don’t overdose

The mind says overdose instead

Hands shake when

I pick up things

Even a cup to drink

Fabrics drenched in Arabic coffee

Warm

Opposed to hot like I wanted it

I left it sitting on my table for to long

Eyes like rockets fuel burning

Under smoke

Trying to get a taste of a second hand

Slapped away

I don’t want your created pavement

To curl up on anyway

Give me a soft couch Cigarette in my mouth

Comfortable

And a small dose

So I don’t overdose

Stopped searching for the lost lists of me

Indeed I be the unholy

I know it

Sometimes to bold to be told

I have only days to live

Without cancer

I’m the cancer and a council

Of councillors in my surroundings

Funny how I can be a councillor yet, I can’t council me

Can’t nobody

I can’t use myself to cure

What I am

Or nobody

Placad at my face values like valumes

Antipsychotics

Together

Then face my low values

Phrase it to graze on my

Pains immortality

I battle with everything, anybody

People just don’t understand

You couldn’t ever understand a person like

Us

So stop

Persons like me just need

You to not

Just be there to hold

The mental and grow

Pleaded no sympathy

Fractures the light that once to glow

Just listen to me

Whenever I ever

Need the me time to wait for our time

Speak in a small dose

Because to be honest

I’d rather just overdose

Then to be told

I will be ok

Just give me a small dose of

Being there

7 thoughts on “Smelling Salts

  1. You know, man, I count myself lucky that I’m not miserable. I have been, for long periods, utterly miserable and it takes a lot of work to create a better take on the human condition. Of course, I had to wait into my seventies to get a bit of light on my misery, and I don’t take anything for granted. I’m older and better but my body hesitates. Living life is tricky shit, man. You have, as usual, tapped and expressed your emotions with ferocity and integrity.

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    • I’m speechless but I truly understand.

      Your a legend man. OG.

      I know you’ve had a real biographical life.

      It’s like I can just sence it.

      Or maybe you were like famous or some shit.

      Or maybe I’m just losing it again.

      Either way you are respected by me to the utmost.

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      • I appreciate your sensitivity to my biography. I have a novel about it, should you want a good read. I consider it essential to support you, because I know how totally ignored many artists are, and you deserve support. Don’t you have spell check? Turn it on. http://www.artrosch.com the book is free.

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