PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt

PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt predicated on percocet, or jacked up. that man that appears, familiar in a painting, when i land chin up. i see, clearly, a countenance of sin, with his back of head positioned on neck. hallucinating, dreaming, it’s horrible, i’m leaning, overmedicated, on paper that i can’t read, i’m a wreck. spanish is adorable, if it can be deciphered. why won’t the horror movie die. i dial the man downstairs. he lays next to me but my pulse is still racing, chasing us into the living room, where i file the deplorable information leaflet under trash, after i dispose of the menacing meds. i tremble as i see the same guy on canvas. how? why? am i still in a state of confusion? a fusion of reality and surreality. i don’t buy it.