chemical days cast their clouds
holding on with smokes alone
searching company for a bone
best friend bed
tomorrow, rise or tread?
waking up to know
it’s not just in my head
O, I am afraid of life
no matter how it’s sexed
afraid too of the next
of what I am becoming
or rather that I’m not
merely slumming
drifting through non-shifting states
and all the time afraid
these clouds seem more than chemistry
forgive me for my whining
but it’s so hard believing
in fucking silver linings