when I get low I get high I’m not gambling for salvation indifference is my prize when the sun sets on the good and clean the geeks and freaks and junkies join the medicine show our bankrupt ideals and crooked jungle rules weave loathsome pinprick tapestries that stain us to the soul and the wonders of the world dissolve on our dirty spoons to be regurgitated in an idiot geometry in the catch as catch can where our flight is stunted with leaden wings in another shabby paradise not the advertised cool blue nile or the taj mahal with the lover of our dreams but instead the squalid nightmare of endlessly repetitious junkydom and the eventual release of that fatal final dose
No comments:
Post a Comment