Seriously Sober

but i would trade this
clarity for the momentary
trance, dizzy
in the vacuum
conjecturing impossible
belly-deep lunacy, naked
in citadels of
mind’s ardent sceptre

ah, the memories of
my former selves
find their way now
as ghosts
whispering to me
smokey words
“remember your way

time moves so slowly
ripples break, dust
collects in boot soles
cage more visible
rat race migraine itching
to be sedated
one hit
all i need
long, let go
into a smile at
many escape routes

for now
to the metronome rhythm of
exercise wheel

sharpening my teeth on the bars
late at night

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.


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