Buzz

This is School for me;
Always Two of us, really,
Me and ADD.

Through a shuffling tube,
Hot, concentrated raw pubescence
Overlubes

This listener's senses
With chopping-block cadences,
Run-on sentences,

Fluorescents humming,
Pairs of "this week's thing" gumming
Each other -- stunning!

Audacious in lust
Until the buzz interrupts
Vows of sacred trust.

Without such structure...
Ego drowns in calenture,
Lost in adventure,

Swirling, clouds of these
Stinging bits of memories
Fractured by disease.

Locked in Lethal realms,
I summon every last calm:
Fight the Overwhelm.

Breathe in, breathe out: Free.
Only what I used to be.
That is not now Me.