Separate Reality Manic

Some truths are told in hotels or the salon of a yacht. But his were plied loudly in bars, on street corners. For he had seen, he said too fast, A Separate Reality, both delirious and quotidian and he spoke with conviction of some concoction he perfected. And I saw his mind had frayed like the bottom of his jeans. Fair warning: this perfume brings forth a mania that would test the tiger's grasp on the world as oil to the slipping grip on a roof gutter.