Make It Stop

[perzephone]

Been reading my book report book in the bathroom over the past weeks... I can't get the head in my brain to shut up, I sound like Tom Wolfe writes... like Chong after too many hits on the bong, I'm off the bus & lost in time, everything I think is struggling to rhyme. It's mad as a hatter in here, with all the heads in my head, one last Prank, never tried crank, I'm sober as the day I was born but I still can't sleep. Past noon, my brain's a buffoon, buzzing Day-Glo awake, my synapses shake. Tried to think about sheep, tried to think about Sweeney Todd, a Hot Toddy, how odd, try this pie, my eyes are wide. My mind is fried. Took a lavender bath, salts but no nap. Hunger's a must, get back off the bus, eat some Rice Crispies & strawberries, the Pranksters are Merry... Coffee my nectar, still that voice in my head heckles. 50 pages to go, let's get on with the show. Bill Graham's still a god, Andy Warhol a dud, Big Brother & the Holding Company, the Dead stayed through. Haight Ashbury had charm, Mexico held alarm, asleep is my arm - wish the rest of me would follow. The worst part about Electric Acid Kool-Aid Tests? I haven't been taking notes so I get to read it twice.