my arms hurt, the needle’s all bleedy … ma, I miss ya.
Empty street; empty lot; strobe-lights; aliens; gods from the netherrealms
Pain; the pain’s real ma. I wish I’d never done heroin.
cold; so cold; the icy sensation burning down my veins
butterflies with mothwings, moths with dragon scales
Beautiful devil, oh you red eyed rattlesnake, sleek haired, oil skinned
a lover’s embrace: she’s the wind, there one moment and not there the next
dog.. Dog’s sniffin at the needle. Don’t, boy, you’ll go down the rabbit hole.
Prophets in hobo jackets, bearded druids with rusty shopping carts
Magenta lamplights, and around them hovering … bats
2: 45… Fifteen minutes to the witching hour.
I pass out, parched, weak, hollow, and craving for more…. I’m sorry ma
Let me in the house. I’ll be clean, I’ll go to the rehab, ma!
Tell pa I ain’t a lost cause.
Blood tears blear my vision … naked poltergeists dancing. Tails all forked.
A half dragon, half chicken— wyvern?
My queen, the drag queen, oh that empress of the corner; short skirt, garters
A cigarette in her mouth, bent with her face in the window of a car.
The world truly comes alive for a second … everything in rhythm
And then they break: the house of cards, the domino palaces, sandcastles.
My addled heart plays hopscotch in my body, skipping, jumping, tripping…