One more spike, a bit more gear
one more tin of Tennents beer and
one more monkey laughs at me
I see only what I want to see.

If only I could see at all,
I wouldn't bang my head against the
walls that are not there
wouldn't pull my hair out at the roots.

I shoot another fix of pick me up to fall
into a rapture,
which captures my imagination
and disseminates the information seen through eyes that
do not see,
into a brain which to all intents and purposes,
no longer belongs to me.
I would be and will be one day,
okay maybe not today but one day when the
movements of the stars align my sun will shine
and I'll be fine.

I tell myself these things
it brings me comfort when there's nothing more that
I can lose,
sometimes I whistle too and as I buy more tins,
more gear and pins
these things begin again.