Sobriety Chip

[azure]

Hello Azure, welcome to the site. A few comments:

Swollen eyeball reality jarring me drop the reality. Either the poem is perceived as one, or it itselfs make plain that it isnt. Really disturbing word.
awake. I blacked-out in the same Is it really the eyball that makes you awake, considering all the other, to me stronger symtpoms described throughout the poem?
position as yesterday screaming I would like to know more about that position. This way, seems too distant. 
politics into ears half deafened by Good image with the politics.. maybe be more specific? You have specific Jim Morrison instead of "music", so why not specific politics? But only a minor suggestion, still works quite well in this context. 
Jim Morrison on repeat screeching
I did it again, I don’t know where  Mentioning Jim Morrison and then "I did it again" suggest Britney too much for me.  Maybe be more expressive? I fu*ked up again? 
I am. Bevies of 40 ounce gut-rot
clank, a phlegmy attempt to rise I like this. The rising phlegm or the rising I. 
from tattered futon feebly. Lonesome You know at least you are at a futon. Yet you claim you dont know where you are. Find a way to consolidate this. The "feebly" at position it is sounds disturbing. Move it at the beginning of the line, you still have asonoance with "from"
like a foreigner I trip, finding that
damn sobriety chip. Two sprawled
nudes croak, a jackhammer Like the "croak" this conveys the mood of  the speaker quite well.
sputters outside. Good ending. Giving some "rhytmical order" to the percepts of the speaker, yet still way too much violent to be pleasant. 

At first I didnt like the enjambments, but then actually came to like them, finding out what the poem actually was about. To me, they now convey that draggy atmosphere, fixing itself at various more or less random percepts... 

Thank you for taking the time to critique, the editing of this poem I have stalled for now because I am indecisive and stuck. Will try to change that soon.