Dreamt

I drank too much coffee,
I'm talking, way to much coffee,
Kind of like drinking too much gasoline,
I am currently on fire.

My pulse,
Scary repetitons

My heart,
Spinning andromeda like.

My legs,
Tired like mile walks in wet sand

My eyes,
Closed shut like too much of whatever you like

My fingers,
wet from the acetone
But it's not so, because there is NO acetone.
Just this lingering smell of manufactured chaos.

Of course you figure I like the smell.
That its a blooming poppy
Pheromones and such.
It is, and
I do.