it was me on a leash

21 Feb

paranoia gets worse when stoned.
then it’s not even paranoia because
there’s no memory of what it was like to not be paranoid
or maybe that’s better?
like getting locked onto a ferris wheel
and it catching fire while doing its revolutions,
but i’m not sure.
either way,
i’m just glad there was a dog staring at me.
i trusted her.
it was like she had a chip implanted in her brain;
to make sure i was ok
or maybe she was gonna attack me;
fire of life,
fire of death
then i woke up or
maybe i was falling asleep?


2 Responses to “it was me on a leash”

  1. kvennarad February 22, 2014 at 5:44 am #

    Keeps you on your toes, though.

    • steve February 22, 2014 at 10:36 am #

      true. never know when that dog’s gonna have to lay some cable.

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