a robot creature

that for some reason hates me

“don’t break in my car”

memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am

i wont sleep tonight

all i can think of is you

outside the street screams

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

i wont sleep tonight

all i can think of is you

outside the street screams

the water wont stop

despite how i turn the taps

i found it like this

one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

just clutching at straws

the world is less than perfect

apathy’s a bitch

a confrontation

standing up or staying out

weighing up the cost

completely naked

but for top hat and goggles

i dress to impress

i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

my gun misfires

scorch-marks lash across my hands

i hear rabbits laugh

is the waking world any less confusing?