BY ERROL WORMWOOD
cross road blues sitting inside
strumming my second hand acoustic gee-tar
learning the sounds of past greats inside four walls
bottle of Jack on my left, pint of Guinness on my right
whiskey glass halfway full of ice
slowly melts as condensation trickles down to meet
the cherrywood coffee table covered in circular stains
a sight to see
alcoholic vision blurs reality
these chords sound great
even my thoughts are slurred
tapping my foot to a made up song
i grab my glass and take a swig
being burnt never felt so good
hallelujah
continue to make off beat noises until i fall asleep on my couch with my gee-tar right on top of me
sucked into a blackhole vortex
manic eyes keep track of me
blood stains soak my clothing
where am i
who am i
sold my soul to the devil for this shit
what a waste
screams reverberate throughout the dream world
but i didn’t know i was sleeping
so here i am, stuck
wandering through the empty void
eyes keep watch of me everywhere i turn
i am being followed
i am never alone
where am i
who am i
the devil comes into view
you don’t have much time
says Satan
oh joy
can’t wait to get this over with
head thrown back in laughter
Beelzebub’s face switches to a Picasso painting
i don’t remember taking anything remotely psychedelic
the cackling hurts my skull, i can’t take it anymore
where am i
who am i
wake up to a sun setting
ice now melted, no use for it now
taking hold of the bottle of jack
i take three easy gulps
time to go for a walk
but first
let me roll this joint
the act of rolling, oh boy, what an art in mediation
talk about relaxing and productive
crinkling of paper, weed spills out the sides
my hands are shaking, i take a sip of Guinness
there, there
i’m steady now
finish rolling this near perfect doobie, what a beauty
tie up my beaten up black and white Vans
grab a black beanie off the kitchen table
and head on my way
taking a stroll through the streets of San Francisco
i spark my creation and inhale deeply
exhale with a couple tears in my eyes
life doesn’t always feel good for me
but every now and then i have a moment that feels right
a moment that makes you stop in your tracks
gazing all around to think
this is it, this is life, i am here, i am now
locked in to the waking world
understanding that the next step determines the future
and said step is determined by the past
how i arrived here i’m not sure
but i dont want to leave just yet
life seems to be looking up all of a sudden
the sidewalk melts away into the ground
cars parked start dripping away
everything becomes hazy
i can’t tell what’s real anymore
nothing is real, this is all a facade
i’m in a dream and reality at the same time
teetering between two worlds
i am lost and i am found
i take another hit as i descend into the madness i’ll figure it out someday
but for now,
let’s enjoy the trip
