Tweaking...Slam It

Paranoia sets in...
Like a blanket,
Enveloping,
And shielding my mind.

The tires are squeaky
Tweaking,
Tweaking,
Tweaked.

Ghosts rising up
To talk to the tweakers.
Paranoia
In voices
And sounds
Shattering
The silence...
That was there
Before...

In a rush
Railroad tracks
A train barreling down
Chankety chanketey
Chank
A whistle
Screaming through your head
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
Tweeeeeeeeeeeak......
All your limbs
Go numb
As your brain screams
In pleasure
All neurons firing at once
And the train
Screeches from the station
Warm rush
Face flushed
Brain is wailing...
Brain is wailing....
It all runs together
As the warmth rushes
Over your head
And between your legs
Screech, screech, screech...
An alarm goes off
Over and over again
The alarm has been set off
All the neurons
On fire.

Blank, blank, blank
As you just listen to the screaming
And melt into the euphoria
Sometimes....
If you get it just right
It takes your breath away...

Then, the rush wears off,
As quick as it started.
And tweak, tweak, tweak...
Things begin to leap
Out of the cabinets
I am surrounded
By ghosts
Real and imagined,
Seeping out to whisper...

Their truths.

Their secrets.

Their lies.

And my head is rushing off again
Thoughts racing round and round
Repetition...
New thoughts, jagged...
Images
A montage
Of ghosts
Past
Present
And future.
Real
And imagined.

The road is crooked,
And I am panting.
Dry mouth,
Getting dry...dry...drier
By the fucking minute.
Staring straight ahead.
Afraid to look
To either side...
Tweak, tweak, tweaking...