Asylum

I can’t figure out why I am Nick Ball.

Moving as a child must have screwed me up.

Either that or all the pot at a young age.

Either that or this or all of those things.

Why think about the causes?

The solution can be so much more valuable.

But its not so easy to pinpoint.  But it is

Worth pinpointing.  Pencil pushing until I find it

Deep within myself.

Writing is explosive

Chemicals in my brain meet.

Flash. Idea. Sparks. Boom!

Words erupt like a geiser.

And still, with all that flowing it doesn’t make sense.

I still need to sift through all that muck

For speckles of gold.

And this gold isn’t valuable to anyone else

It’s a private currency, made for you and me.

If you read this then you know I’m crazy.

Deranged even, my thoughts are trapped in a straight jacket.

Bouncing off the padded walls of my skull.

Thud thud thud Thud Thud.

Then it stops. Calm. Why is it calm?

Because Nick Ball is in control of Nick ball.

And no one besides me needs to know

Anything about Nick Ball.

But please, try and pry and see what kind of guy I am.

We both might find something in there.