I am losing my sight ahead
The dim side roads fitting together closely like circuitry
Like another dead end joy-ride


I am scattered and frantic
Shoving incomplete pieces of fiber-optic dreams into a static mess of a woman
Burning bridges to create order
Holding the chaos in deep under my skin


I am driving 115mph into your broken life
Standing halfway between reality and sanity
Just like the glaze in her mismatched eyes


And I am singing lies into a CB radio mic
Huddled over belvedere on the rocks and a half empty pack of lucky strikes


I am pouring pages of show crash into my eyes
Silently petrified
So I can carve another notch in the door of this cyberpunk status war


And I am writing pages and pages of unfinished imagery
Trying to capture the perfect caption for this seamless display

The perfect caption for the lost days



And I am forgetting what there was before there was nothing



I am picking through pages of lost diaries
Not able to remember a single name


I am sketching out formulas for the hours ahead
So we can run off of instinct like lithium batteries


I am losing the narrative voice over
In a motion to suppress the past is cutting through me like barbwire
Stinging in a precise grid over a 4 centimeter model of lifelike demise


I am fluttering my eyelashes as I wake to albino walls
Pulse sounding off out of beat




They say I was gone for days….weeks maybe



And I’ve forgotten what there was before there was nothing.