At This Moment

I get high and lose the motivation to speak

I wake in the morning and wonder if I was ever asleep

I don’t even exist

I am a figment of your imagination

I stumble through these streets and disappear with my back to the wind

I am the government let loose in the vibration flow of sound

I am the trance, the flickering flame upon the wick in hypnotic dance

I am here on your couch after a night rambling drunken love poems to the moon

Wondering where to go