psycho

it looks awful nice out there
that out there
that i am waiting for

i'll bet the pavement is warm
and that through those doors
wait people i know

i wake up in a sad fever
and stumble
to check the mail

anxiety enbalms me
and there is no switch
to calm the buzzing

despair numbs me
only temporarily
before i wash out

the bright memory
of being hungry
for the life

i thought i'd lead
now all that has
sunk like lead

to the depths
of my curled-up
vessel

bobbing along
the sea-salt
throng of flesh