Dissociation and Disengagement

My favorite painting from the local cultural museum.

Amnesiotic. . . No, not I.

Where is my psyche?

Pop, boom, bam. . . Scram!

It's all disrupted.

Ruptured and torn
and twisting inside.

Trauma and stress,
no substances has he.

Depersonalization,

it's not a vertigo shot
nor the dolly zoom.

The broken images of light

dance before my eyes.

Weakness in the mentalitiy

not the functionality.

Now what is your capacity?

Contain it, don't spew it.

Words didn't flow out of your mouth 

like they were flowing to a paper cup.

They were endless

and they smacked right into the wall.

You hit that wall.

Glazing over. Tuning it out.

Wrinkles form across my forehead.

I'm in another place.

Where am I?

Where is my reality?

Sit and frown,

now here comes the depersonalization.

Where has our self awareness gone?

You're a lady and I'm supposed to be a man.

You think you suffer

and lack significance?

Bi, bi-polar, bi-sexual,

bi-assed, bi-cycle, bye bye.

The inappropriateness of the pledge.

Dis, it has all been undone.

Jai guru deva, om.
Something is gonna change my world.