Los Angeles, CA

I struggle to focus like a dosed soldier
In an obstacle course
I’ve got to get these feelings out;

Thoughts that smell like fermented bowel
Brought on by a change in diet
Gorging on fear and anger, clueless
To the fact that what you put in
Effects what comes out and when it comes…

The optics crushed into powder, dust
Blown away, not even enough to contemplate
Yet an aura of loss hangs over the blindness
And the relief of what we didn’t see…