have the drugs have lost their atmosphere?

have the drugs have lost their atmosphere?


I want to hide in stairwells
and become a ghost
to avoid corporate casual conversion

I board and set sail on the kp-2

I wear my caffeine crown with sugar jewels

then I hit the sugar crash

I re-adjust my crown

I reach the green hill of freedom

I arrive mildly harmed
and in the swirling amber glow