Have you, like me, ever got so full of feeling you get confused?
been empowered with rightness, the up gets confused with down
and right with left? Or walked down a street all light and gay
then turned a corner into the darkest alley?  spent hours dancing to
the music in your head, all barefoot and your cats look at you like
you lost it? And you pet 'em and they hiss and shrink away. And you think, ******* , see if I am gonna give you a treat. see if that tuna can I put out earlier is gonna get opened. Scratch it.
Claw and meow, now, *******. And on the wall the shadows
and in the mirror are frightening visions of you you are not sure are you? You sleep fitfully, with regret dreams and wake up asking yourself questions. Sleep in too long when the nightmares finally end. Crawl to the pack of cigarettes with one left in it, dreading having to go out to buy another pack. Listen to the telephone just keep ringing.
Not even looking at who's calling. Grab at itchy things and long lost crotches and kiss lips remembering how chapped you are now. Finally paint a picture on the wall with ketchup of her or him  , looking too much like blood.
Then, wake up from reality again.