Isolation

woke up feeling kind of bad

reeling from a dream I had

I was relapsing in a rehab

head bandaged like a head wrap

on the head of a Arab

my sponsor was my dope dealer

 looked like a Rasta Farian Gorilla

didn’t answer by my name

 anonymously I was too ashamed

 felt so autonomous it was my dream

feeling reborn like my mama re…had me

swept away by the currents

like a hurricane in Miami

a pocket filled with hard rock Candy

in room 208 at the Econo Lodge

in Orlando Florida

3am a crash and a smash

it’s the garbage truck

ground round

 ground beef

call it chuck

it sound like bad luck

no tears crying’s for babies in diapers

I keep it clear like windshield wipers