Asylum

Let me retreat.
Retreat into the asylum of
My eyelids.
The world is spinning.
The world spins to laugh.

It laughs at me.

I take another slug of my coke.
And try to be civil.
How can I be?
So lame! How can anyone
Be so lame?!

But it is I who am the lame one.

An all-nighter.
As if before wasn't bad enough?

And 10 pages yet to go!