i stop

i can't hear the music in my ears

it used to be there

but now just a dry resonance

where i imagine my head to be

thinking about it

i was heading somewhere

not here

the walls and ground are grey

everybody stands still

with black acid written all over their faces

the only evidence i'm here is

the dark wet footprints marking my aimless journey

think back

retrace

i fight the current and about turn

matching my feet over the opposing prints

the eyes all round roll and stare me down

and the walls jump in an inch without sound

i push against a film of frozen smoke to get anywhere

and it changes

dark patterns lead the way

a kaleidoscopic trail of breadcrumbs ushers me along

the constantly narrowing road

 

step

 

step

 

i'm backed up between the walls

shuffling my feet sideways

the clear imprints of my path now a puddle of matter beneath me

until i come to a road

everything opens out but the smoke

the mess under my feet shifts to form bits of glass

an impossible jigsaw to put together - not put together

the throbbing where my heaad might be starts to fade

and a car horn takes it's place

there is a scene in the middle of the road

the people move fast

with panic written all over their faces

i walk to the car at the centre

open the door

climb in

my eyes roll and stare my passenger down

a long tube connects us strectching for miles

the passenger is spastic under strobe lights

and an electric blade of noise connects the screams

to where i imagine my head to be

the sound of the scene kicks in and i get shot forward

as the windscreen lets go

my brain solidifies

the plates of my skull join up

an impossible jigsaw to put together - put together

the vacuum in the tube pulls my passenger in

the blade of noise is dulled and quiet

and i'm dead by the time i sit back down