paranoia

Alan Giffith <Birdman@Inwave.com>

when the invisible psychic cops came for me i pretended i was going to the laundrymat and fled the state with a load of dark

how do you keep a secret
when THEY can read your mind?
head south reading no road signs

follow the crows to another world
where angels drive the car while terror shakes you like a rag doll

you stand in two realities, one shared
one with delusion's privacy,
and try to make sense

you sleep the first good sleep
on your mother's couch;
she kissed the ouch

and everything you think
becomes a suspect
you interrogate