at
the party
coke
and bacardi
a
cigarette is overdue
go
outside
rain
is the sky
i
move my shoes
walk
the block
invisible
boundaries
move
on
munch
an edible
it’s
kind of strange
nothing’s
changed
i
quit and then i start again
addiction
is my only friend
a
recent critique
i
heard him say
about
the dark streets of decay,
“he
is one messed up individual”
drenched
i find an overhang
an
“out of business” shop
i
feel the high creeping
light
a smoke
and
know i can’t argue
with
the critic’s assessment
but
i can never understand
why
it is the artist
who
is assessed
and
not their art
high
i’m feeling no chagrin
i’m
back out in the wet again
the
earth’s crust is thinnest in death valley
but
as i piss in this alley
i
know 15 miles is still too far to dig
i
twist the top off my flask and swig
the
downpour forces me to blink
but
this immersion
is
the only connection i feel
and
i recite a verse i wrote
a
long time ago,
“i
saw the sky dance on the earth
connecting
all the universe
with
air to spare and no one there
the
earth and sky were everywhere”
soothingly
stoned i laugh
light
a smoke and say,
“this
is me not caring”
everyone
else is sharing
mostly
to fulfill their own need
a
purpose, a creed
they
are certain their certainty
justifies
the bleed
and
i am isolated
like
the last rain drop
that
will fall from the sky
i
only know one day i’ll die
of
nothing else am i certain
the
rain is like a curtain
dropping
down on the stage of life
i’m
drenched and entrenched
how
can the truth set me free
when
i perceive
that
we cannot know what is true
misconstrue
and undo
when
this night is through
i
will sleep away the day
then
go out and play
on
the dark streets of decay
but
for now
i’m
just really fucking high
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