THE EGO AND THE PARANOIA 1

paranoia is a 1000 cocaine nosejobs

with the pale ale working club darts crowd

paranoia is a cold sweat flood 

in the ordinary queue

of the newsagent top-up toe jam

paranoia is rapping on the wooden buddha foot

that hung on my mancave key 

that hung from a 2AM claw

in the lost kid nerves of nights black lie

calling on the forest spirits MDF minders

to

see

me

thru

if they have the time

or the soft inclination 

and paranoia tapes up my webcam peep port

cos mulder does 

cos zuckerburg does

cos i seen too much death tv

and paranoia hides me in the bin alleys

from the blue light hunt patrol 

throwing arson evidence on the misery line

and then my ego weighs in

like a dry years first amphetamine jag

like a whisky stride to the bottle shop

heroically underdressed and laceless

burning

cigarettes 

in 

all 

my hands

single malt on my breath

but buying any cheap blend

and ego calls my illness slacker evolution

and a gift from Zod in the processed dawn

and ego tells me the morning mist

that makes islands of the trees

is chicken soup 

for my mind 

and my mind alone

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