Possessed

when I'm in my zone

I turn off the phone

what channel, no T.V on

I look in the mirror, calling it out

that's what channeling

a poem is about

my eyes dart back and forth

looking so psychotic

I'm feeling chaotic

bout to kick up a storm

and start some mess

get out of the way

you've been warned

hot, cold, you've been told

this causes for alarm

I've been bit by a flow bug

walking across the throwrug

like a June bug in the middle

of October

why do you shrug

what's the matter with your shoulders

I'm not high I'm sober

but, don't you ever, ever

come over here

I got a bug in my ear

a bee in my bonnet

head swollen up

where's my hydroxzine

like high octane

propane acesseries

to go with my

nescasaries

weight that's hard to carry

yoking me, choking me

I can't catch my breath

I need a second wind to kick in

the door and free me