Puzzle pieces

And then it falls to pieces
like a puzzle in my head
the world a mirror around me
now shatters cutting red
I see only something-it’s name
I cannot place
for everything is broken, absurd
and out of date.
I can’t make the shadows
keep in their proper state
no reality can’t stay
everything again is clay
the mirror shatters then it breaks
snaps back into sight and space
puzzle pieces all in place
nothing shatters it’s just the same.

Derealization

Everything is pastel,
everything is paint-
my world is made of candy
the structures are of cake.
No one really sees
the rotting underneath-
sugar coated madness
molasses covered teeth.
Everything is always
never, and at once
time is like a fondant
too much, but not enough.
Forever is an instant
and tomorrow buttercream-
an ever tempting moment
in my bitter
sweet insanity.

Defining gas lighting

One, two, three,
change the science into cheats
change the dialect we speak
to benefit your needs
to liken ‘me’ to ‘we’
to cover up the seams
of dirty gas lighting.

One, two, three
make a liar outta me-
change a car into a tree,
a moth into a scream!
Tell me a woman is a man
say that I should understand
female is the science
woman is the brand.

One, two, three
keep on gas lighting
keep the fight going
until the truth is green
and the words don’t keep
our minds on things;
like guilt and sleep-
did I move that thing?
did I change the sheets?
what’s my name? What’s the week?

One, two, three, four
mind is mush forever more
the goal of gas lighting has scored
another consumer on the floor
brought to madness
brought to knees
the gas lighters only lead-
not for control
but
insanity
then they drive the victim
to ward b.