Who Am I?

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.

I am the Jesus of Test Card F