becalmed once again deep in the fucking doldrums went to the doctor he told me to lighten up but that cunt’s a fool this time I’m dying slowly, by degrees it’s the dead of liquid night I’m adrift on the tides of memory half in shadow, half in light I sometimes hear your voice can you still hear mine?
we scored a thousand trips the wonder kid
and I we weren’t in it for the money we were in it for the high they
were consciousness expanding and we thought
them heaven sent I can’t remember
where we got them but I can tell
you where they went
love was everything and everyone was high and we were messianic the wonder kid and I we distributed our treasure with
evangelical zeal and
bestowed upon our punters a once in a
lifetime deal
we told them it was manna that had fallen from the sky we told them it was powerful which no-one could deny we sold a benediction to liberate the mind a journey they’d remember until the end of time
the procurator fiscal ruled it misadventure an accidental overdose of sleeping pills and booze but I knew better this was the final act of an incremental suicide he’d been reaching for oblivion for most of his adult life too much was never enough to feed the tyrant that reigned sovereign in his heavy heart but who could name that beast? or explain its dark design? for here was a lonely man who was never alone who was well loved and loved well in return
they persecuted him
because they could
because it’s easy
to close your mind
to the different
and he was different
he was a peacock
amidst vultures
he was a libertine
in the company of slaves
he was a shooting star
who burned too brightly
and he was my friend
when there was no other
.
