This Is My Brain On Drugs

Woke smelling
fried eggs in a pan
but discovered it was just
my brain on drugs

Pissed me off
I was hungry

Woke thinking
I heard a superball
bouncing crazy in the room
but it was just
my brain on drugs

Pissed me off
I wanted to play

My brain on drugs
fucks me up and over
but without the drugs
I’m left with just my brain
and that’s worse

like the night
I woke up
hearing nothing at all
no sound
not even my breathing
It was as if
I’d stopped being
as if I’d been dead
for a very long time

then I discovered

that was my brain
not on drugs
I was hearing

and so I took some drugs
and
almost immediately
I was right back
where I belonged

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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