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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