I feel calm now,
An icy shield to prevent further pain.
I feel tall now,
Big enough to trample the bourgeoisie masses.
I am a socialist Godzilla
I feel tense now,
Tendons taught like trapped time, ready to snap.
I feel mad now,
Madder than a mad dog drinking seawater and liquid acid in the sun…mad as shit.
I am the offspring of a raven & a writing desk
I feel sad now,
Grief drowns me in an isolation chamber of nostalgic inadequacy.
I feel small now,
Small and insignificant enough to perform my own colonoscopy.
I am a depraved Narcissus
I feel high now,
Arms outstretched to stroke the skies of my conscious existence.
I feel clear now,
Mind stretched even further exploring universes of subconscious possibility (No riders here Mr. Rankin)
I am Lee the Agent sans addiction
I feel happy now,
A zygomatic orgasm bears my emotions to all like an overzealous stripper struggling to pay the rent.
I feel safe now,
Safe. Dull. An apathetic existence from within a greenhouse made of TV screens all playing static.