Morning After

Blue dreams filtered through blood soaked eyes. Dreams that swept by with tornado speed creating a vacuum that pulls my very being awake to face another day. i`m thirsty. My skin crawls with a thousand chills from the cheap wine from the night before when everything was grand in a way. When the world became etherial. The thickness of my smell berates my nostrils as i open up one eye to inspect the damage to my battle weary body and to see if my spirit has any spark left to move. Move i must to get what i need to get well again, perhaps the dope man won't come around today, then what? Must not think of such horrible things. There. I`m up on all fours like a ***** dog waiting to be mounted by whatever intrusion comes along; some days i don`t know if im pitching or catching. I`m standing leaning against my trusty cart that i push down the cement yellow brick road where at the end there is no wizard. i merge onto the byway of people seeking the elusive neccesity of life. Winds of memory encompass me as i was them and they were me. i hug the wall flying under their radar not wanting or needing their stares and admonishments of "Hey look, a lost one!". i slither down/the avenue if used to be. Another morning in the life of me. A destitute from a scarring life of nothing worthwhile. Another damnable morning.