I cannot tell you so don't ask,
My mind right now at the bottom of a whiskey flask,
This story just written by me a task...

Jesus Christ, it won’t start up fast enough, this word program,
My mind a jumble of thoughts,
I can’t find them they are lost,
I awoke from a thunderstorm,
At three fifteen in the bloody a.m.,
I’m here to tell of that thunderstorm,
But I don’t know where to start,
At the beginning but I don’t know where that is or was,
I have to get it all down, can’t remember, but I can,

The thunder a black on black bomb gone off in my head,
The lightening a brighter white then ever did I see,
It streaked across my mind with the power of a storm,
It threw me out of bed, to write it down,
I was wet with sweat; I know not where I had been,
I was swimming in my blood, the lightening making it red,
I came close to being permanently drowned,
Sucking for air as I approached the surface,
But getting drugged by my own blood,
Where did it come from; will it return,
My hands cannot get it down fast enough,
Oh my God, I have to pee,
I then with that cannot stop,
My bladder empty from the bottom to the top,
I couldn’t hold it in, like the rain in the storm,
It flushed out of me and poured into the pool,
Then it flushed away out of sight,
Like the storm that did of it create,
The storm gone, the power inside weakening,
The rumbling in the far distance of my mind,
Still I feel it, still I cannot relinquish its over me hold,
I had to dress quickly; I was quite altogether cold,
My sweat ran from heat, my mind ran quite bold,
The end is in the here & now, I feel the need,
Now to have me some rolled gold,
But for money last night I had to have it sold,
But the high above was the most I ever felt,
The rain in the storm did all over me pelt,
Leaving me feeling all over like matted burned felt…

© -ed- Friday the 13th of March, 2015