B&B
People ask me why I hang
out with Burroughs and Bukowski
they have this picture of me
this image, they assume
knowledge and scholarship
on the subject of ME
Yet those who understand
art, or think they do
know there is more to
Mona Lisa then her smile
Depth of perception, illusion
mirage layers. I roll
with B&B because
I can relate to them
on a unique level. No
I am not an alcoholic
I don't drink no
I don't shoot Junk
I've never done drugs, yet
I can relate to this
loneliness. That desperate
feeling of being trapped
trapped in a crypt or
maze with myself. The
only comfort the other
dead or dying, never
quiet in the same state
as myself. Cold, chilled
the howling of ghouls my
only company. Trying
to be free, get out
of the well, the hole
that we all sometimes
revisit, some never able
to crawl out.
Stuck
down
below
the
depths
of anyones perception
but my own. Trying
to explain situation
is like returning to
a hall of stone statues
unfeeling
uncaring
unnoticed, you
jump into
the pages of "junky
of "Come on In"
and you find you are
not as alone with this
Big Beast, this shadow
of loneliness, that is
always there in your
mind, the back usually,
the symbiosis, the parasite
that uses you like a
whore or donkey.
A literary AA meeting
where we can all relate
to one another. Similarities
sharing can save those
in need. B&B have
helped me see who I am
the best anti-depressants out there.
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