I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too much thinking or too much of both. All I know is I'm dizzy and I'm not sure if I should get up from my chair or how I would get up from it. I'm dizzy - let's leave it at that.

What life...
Did I make out of life ?
None.
No women, no friends, no money,
no house, no dog, no nothing...
It all happened in the cracks,
it was all approximations,
all a function of the abnormal
and the absurd,
all essentially nothing...
That's why I'm dizzy.

Now
Every morning I wake up
Dizzy...
Yes, literally dizzy...
Unsure of my own name,
Unsure of where I am,
Unsure of what I've been,
Unsure of everything.

But if that's how it is,
that's how it is.
So I remain in the chair,
if I can get up of the bed.
I'm dizzy.
That's right, I'm dizzy.
I remain seated
and dizzy.
Yes, dizzy.
Dizzy...
Dizzy...