Mindgames. Ticking clock.

A ticking clock. From the bottom
and the end of the lamp surrounds
a gooey night of not modern delight
but pink fright of a strawberry drink gone
sour when it was lemonade and strawberry pink gone
wrong. Gone wrong. Fall onto the bed the world
spins when it was winded and strengthened to be stretch
like a a glow of a windy movement of being tossed
through the sky as if vertical only that moment
replacing these thoughts; with why and some conscious
and health kicking in again-realize you are sick and you are
dizzy on a bed and the world is turning red
because someone put a booze drink drug in your drink
and now you are incapicated in a room alone on your bed
your bed. Your bed.
Its all a ticking clock of trust gone wrong and the clock
smashed when tumbled into the hotel and bumped into the
lampshade and its cabinet.....
the clock shattered.
The clock shattered......
the mindgames in the mind unraveling.
Mindgames no more.