Toxic Time Machine

In this barren and hazy asylum,

Of reveries and anxious ruin,

I enter this toxic time machine,

Never knowing where the next trip will lead me,

Senses numb as the motions blur.

Now in the clutches of

the intoxication

spooling

into my steps

In the confusion, she senses

my discomfort and

leads me

away

to the waiting

room irony

synchronized to the dissolution

of her disjointed words

The broken machine to

never shuttle back;

The gears of life

Grind away, wear down

As my heart becomes exhaustive and sluggish,

This dysfunctional time machine

misses its stop by a few milliseconds,

And I lust more for the high of wasted time.