Side Effect

too many thoughts making too little sense in too many corners a rush of chemicals makes life jangle against nerves and muscle and bone feelings crowd logic and deja vu makes old habits die hard twenty three becomes seventeen and so on so forth synapses demand a new fix insist upon something stronger than prescribed to normalize the feeling that its all been done before the little green pills fell past teeth and throat and wound around cutting the grey into little slivers of beautiful nothing no words to soothe no motions nothing to do about nothing feeling nothing thinking nothing and everything is wrong with this a life lived in dreams jerked awake and kept up by synthesized sanity