wasteland

we're all on drugs today
the air a haze of color and smoke
motions and movements sprouting out of stillness
hiding our bloodshot eyes behind
cheap plastic sunglasses with neon rims
that we found on chairs at parties
where we didn't know the host or the guests
but they had cheap beer
we're all on drugs today
just like any other day
the days start to bleed together
the passage of time becoming more irrelevant
as daily routine turns to boring repetition
pills and powders in little transparent packets
unmistakable in our desk draws
next to pens and condoms and gum wrappers
the unescapable stench of pot smoke
sour and sweet that seeps into the carpet, our clothes, our hair
lazy words and slow reactions
standing hesitant at the bottom of the stairs
because the carpet just changed from neon green
to violent purple
pausing in our listless ecstasy
our damaging joy
our harmful fun
we're all on drugs today
tonight and tomorrow
it's never enough
but there's always more