Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ears
I come not to praise Caesar but to bury him
These past few days this quote has rattled around
The vacant space that sits upon my shoulders.

Conversation limited to drugs, pain and bowels
Which this morning moved thrice in quick succession
Most rapidly and forcibly, a change from 48 hours past
Where once no movement now there is over much
The metal praying mantis that once clung to my thigh
Is gone and it its place is a yellow bruise’d wound
That is almost as long again as what was there before.

My life now all talk of drugs and pain
My brain along with the days turns to mush
For now, it is over difficult to hold it to task
Sun’s travel once ever long, now short and fleet
My thoughts connecting across neural paths
And it their place a raft of broken images
Scenes that combine in complete disarray
Real and false imagined worlds of confection
A sugar rush that at times does scare
Dangerous ground and dark cloaked figures
All populate my mind, their absence a welcome break
With the new day they cling and do not fade away
Lingering as ghosts that return in the shade
Are they just imaginings or lives past remembered
All sliced by a mad editor for the screen behind my eyes.

Yet again my mind is overcome with haze
Sleep once again calls as morning does rise
My eyes hooded, my head heavy, my heart stalls
And stays just this side of breaking.