southern discomfort

smell of
patchouli
mixed with sweat
as i drift
into
melancholia
thinking of
water and
highways
and
absurdities
driven by
blind
ambition
and something
deeper still
that as of yet
i cannot
speak of
peach flavoured
liquor
and hitching
rides with
potential
accidents
who wait
to be dropped
at my doorstep-
but smelling salt
is required
for me to
find a
conciousness
somewhere outside
of the
the tiny
perimeters
of one
sick
..........