Barely Moving
The drugs run out
That's ok
Lately the high's just not the same
Another end to transcend
Locked in a little house on
a seismic landscape, barely moving
Sane as scorch marks
Crazy as moonbeams
Best I rest before bad luck tests
my rickety resolve not to sniff
out sources for a stash
Before bitchmouths talk my vision red
and memory fades to black
Stay laid back, spirits intact
Brainwaves retracting to
gauze mental fractures
Isolation's not happening to me
It's something I'm choosing
Based in bed, barely moving
How life eludes
Connections fall through
Plans to make plans pan out to zilch
At least I got me, kinda cleaned up my filth
enough to be able to tolerate myself
To sit with myself without smelling me
To get God good with a side of me
who says "Blessed be"
Incantations and prayers, equally soothing
Rapt in ritual, barely moving
But my mind calls to invite the divine
out into the cosmos to have a good time
You and me, Lord, party down, party on
Go full madman, my messiah, can't
no one tell you you're wrong
to tear it down however You feel like
Pull an all-nighter that finds you
necking with dawn
My astral form's spinning, imagining possibilities
but I'm barely moving at all