Saturday, October 23, 2004

adrenaline

1 a.m and the hallways are empty
the green tinted lens rolls off my eyes
and i'm paralysed
a paroxysm, an uncontrollable itch
narcoleptic, hedonistic, running on adrenaline.
i jumped down the stairs, with a jingle in my hand.

i had one thumb on the wheel
cigarette's burning; life's a shadow
whisked off as the day's energies are ebbed away.
played the songs we all loved, pitched to the top,
(i haven't had it like that for over years.)
floor to the wall, pedal to the metal
i could almost see my breath wisp pass me.
my head's pressed to the seat cushion;
my back is depressed to the seat.
'life's no big deal.'
i wish i said that that night.

i moved on and on
i had no idea where the hell i was
maybe to hell i am going
but its no difference when adrenaline's the drug
like amphtemines and jelly beans.

and
i
stopped.

suddenly.
expectedly,
and unexpectedly.

i lurched forward, seatbelt catching me
before i stabbed through to the verdant greens.
felt around, was still in the seat.
exhaled. and a murmur, or a sigh, or a cry
i couldn't really tell anymore.
all i knew
the adrenaline is gone.
away.