countless measures of synthetic junk have arranged my psyche as euphorically drunk I experiment
with words and their rhythmic possibility
and I’m all wired up with a new
found mobility I take inspiration
from needle and spoon to dance with the devil and howl at the moon
I found my ease in an exotic narcotic a new alchemy that’s darkly hypnotic I mix my medicine
with booze and snake oil and then cook
it all up in aluminium foil I
study my dreaming at my own leisure with a bitter
concoction that I’ve learned to treasure and I savour its taste as the ultimate
pleasure
but my little boat is slowly submerging
as the beast from the deep is
likewise emerging I need his
poison the way I need air but he
promises bounty that just isn’t there
he
dangles his riches just beyond reach and holds fast to my flesh like a blood
engorged leech
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