slippery slope

it's been months since i bought any real drugs. not pot i mean.
and when i bought the generic methylphenidate, i intended only to save it.
but tonight, energy was low, and there was work to be done.

now I'm jumpy and dry-mouthed
so focused I'm stiff.
more to dehydrate,
and (i hope) to relax.

***

some time has passed
got gassed and grassed
the mellow won't last
it's burned up fast

Before i was even done my post-cannabis cigarette, i could feel the edginess creeping in.
Ever clicking appliance, every flickering light,
Drawing my attention, when it hasn't the right.

I don't want to fight
But I want to be right.
Or at least if I'm wrong,
Can I first write a song?

The chorus would probably be;

I'M SORRY!
For everything that's inside me
I'M SORRY!
For my coveting and jealousy
I'M SORRRRRY!

...wait, that sucks.

That would not be the chorus.

But I should get back to work.

May random find you well.
Happiness, to those in hell.
-m