.... NOID....

  Laughing; Whispering...Security is three hundred and sixty degrees...
    Voices all around and their whispering about 'you'...What do they say?
Check the starter under the car...Check the lug nuts and break lines...
Continually change lanes while watching the rear view mirrors...How long has that car been following?
    Using the ground floor window rather than the door...Trip wire at every doorway in the home...
Fell on my face going to piss last night.
Trap door in the closet is covered by a rug...It leads to a concrete, windowless, basement where I sleep at night...
    My shotgun is the lover with whom I share my bed...My pistol is my companion...A zip-locked Glock beneath the spray of a hot shower.
    Next to my shoes, under my bed, lays a pro-mask...The water bottle on the kitchen counter is laced with Visine. Or is it arsenic?
Are the mirrors still watching long after they've been broken?...All the meat in the freezer contains E.coli...Living on military style MREs...Wood dowels in every window...Steel doors and door frames at every entrance way...Checking the Scotch tape on all of the windows and doors.
    Wearing NVGs, cruising down the street with the headlights off,
parking on the back block...
I dream that my demise will be an arsonist mouse whom will burn down my house with a stolen match while I sleep...Putting out poison and traps baited with smoked cheddar...
    Bugs are everywhere, listening...The meter man is talking to himself...I paid that kid a dollar to start my vehicle...
The television plays subliminal messages...That woman was just at the market and now she's here at the book store...She's feigning interest, or perhaps disinterest...Depending.
    Everyone has a shadow...Is it watching? Why does it follow so closely? Can it be lost, or removed? One's shadow?
Lying in the dark where one can feel safe...Is one's shadow in the darkness with thee? Watching?
    The phone is ringing...too scared to pick up...answering machine will get it...Got to find a pay phone down town to call back from...
It's June...Why does one wear these calf skin leather gloves? There's S.T.D.s on every toilet seat and on every woman's lips...
    That waitress just smiled...What's she done to the food? Is it her own private joke? Why did she say, "Hope you enjoy"? I better go...
Is that man wearing a hearing aid or a transistor receiver? Why does he wear a jacket in warm weather?...He's pretending to read a news paper...
    Got to remember to keep the matches in the fridge away from a mouse's reach...
Why did the crickets stop chirping outside?...It's too quite...Can't even hear a whisper...
A whisper...What are they saying?
    Alien abductions...Circles in a corn field...Electoral college...J.F.K.-K.I.O....Invisible planes...Why does a blind woman wield a sword?
Can they hear the baby crying in it's mother's womb? Can they hear one's internal voice of unreason? Will there ever be rest for the weary?
    HELP.






Written in 1998.
Published in December 2015.  
AnDrew S. 
(Written from an interest and intuitive observation into human psychology)
(The irrational sentence structure represents the irrational nature of the subject.)