Some Midnight Fuel Poetry,
Is Want.
Need.
Succumbing Sub-Reality.
Others,
Flexes Of Imagination,
Or Horrors From My Nightmares.
Mind that can never slow down,
Never stop,
No matter how much it wants to.
Dopamine Starved:
Vampires?
Trite Mockeries,
Of Our Lived Disability.
Need.
Want.
GIVE.
TAKE.
Need. Want. GIVE. TAKE.
