i fall into the crazies now and then
then and again
again and again the crazies a chasm beside me a yawning thing
a virtual construct, definite reality
an appetite, a vacuum, a wallow for the wallowing in
even after washing off, the dirt seems ground into my skin
crazy dirt
crazy, crazy dirt
(Published in High Street: Lawyers, Guns & Money in a Stoner’s New Mexico (2012, Outpost 19); copyright 2012, 2023 by Tetman Callis.)