Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Anxiety

What could this be?
Why do I feel empty?

I give to others
And help family

I think my body hurts
As engage arm or leg

Gravity is tough going
If spine to neck flayed

To rise from bed
Needs a purpose

Towing the line is
No longer worth it

If movement is stiff
Maybe stay in place

Catch up to moment
Give self some grace

Altered States

What’s This?!

A guy on an overburdened low-rider bike sauntered across in front of our lane’s turn crossing the road.

As I got closer, I saw the mounted keyboard on the side and a foldable sectioned pad on the back for the homeless-by-choice younger musician’s sleep comfort.

“Alright!,” I exclaimed out loud – but he couldn’t hear me.

“Movin’ Up!”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Denial’s Benefits

These first two years since the accident
Have been about gaining distance away

From modes of tipping on edge of collapse
Which I would not let override endurance

Thus internal reroutings smack into walls
When continuing to push past allowances

With mainframe crashings from pressure
As keep reanimating limbs toward future

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Mystery Rupture

Something unmentioned has been
A bulging vessel inner pinky finger

Several weeks ago since I noticed
Unsure how long it’s been injured

Could have happened lifting any
Edge with angled weight cutting

I’ve been ignoring it to let heal as
Occasionally acts as trigger finger

Because the pain upon touching
Was swollen and pulse-alarming

Connective tissues and associated
Don’t have tensile tenacity as prior

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Flatt-End

“Cortisol haze from stress makes chest a heavy weight almost feeling like suffocating and illness in the mornimg.

It likely doesn’t help that I must drink caffeine mixtures daily in order to be able to think and function…

I refuse to take pharmaceutical medications that will leave a worsened effect while they’d claim to address my symptoms.”

Altered States, Society

A Gesture

“As other cars and I were coming down the road toward the overpass, something was in the left lane on the one way street, blocking.

So I slowed to a stop at distance in case someone crashed into my vehicle, turned on my emergency lights, and ambled carefully forward on foot to assist the older woman in a wheel chair.

I got her onto the sidewalk, locked in her wheel’s brake, returned to and moved my car to parking, then asked her where I could take her within limitations.

As we rolled along gently so as to not jar her, she lit up a marijuana pipe, and the raw burn of it smelled familiar.

She had complained of being cold earlier, which I could agree with because the weather had quickly gone from intense heat one day, to overcast cool and promising rain this evening.

But she also had her pants down, so I wasn’t going to comment about how this likely contributed.

She had me take her to the far side of a park’s building, positioned just so to be out of the wind blowing around the corners and anyone suddenly appearing to accidently slam into or trip over her.

I wished her a good evening as took my leave, and soon heard her yelling loudly in her reverie as I’d made it further down the street back to my car’s shelter.

I didn’t feel like a hero.

I just gave some kindness when maybe it was more needed.”