With no place in mind: an old psychotic poem of mine

With no place in mind, and no peace of mind…

I’m looking, struggling, crying or making cry.

I’m lost, not to be found, distress,

put to the test and failed it nailed it

done it all and would do again if asked for.

With no place in mind, and no peace of mind….

I’m on track bouncing back

hoping for the best not getting any rest

in the circle turning swirling

like a goldfish in a bowlI’m circling circling

till it turns my hair and makes me go insane

the pain it will leave and leave me

on a high road low road

simple life is no life

meaning death oh yes.

death is easy easy-peasy call it lazy

I’m procrastinating

mating on the carpet

harping all the time like WTH?!

With no place in mind, no peace of mind,

it goes round and round and runs

is coming down like the apples again.

I’m on it over it

threw it back up and licked it from the ground

made no sound too much sound

my thoughts are noisy

Like I’m choosy woozy

spread and get I’m all the time

rubber bunny doesn’t need a bed

isn’t it a lie to say hi

and then goodbye

eaten cake so utilitarian

I’m amazed I’m crazed

just dumbstruck phased again.

With no place in mind, and no peace of mind,

I will find, I will find.