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Something For Your Mind

My arm is a shooting gallery, a roadmap of Switzerland in needlepoint decked grey flesh; running out of targets fast - and I need something for my mind. Haunting rainy streets, opium deprived, with crusted yellow-black scabs between my toes, hyper-tolerant to antibiotic therapy, the infection spreads its wings and grows - and I need something for my mind. Scouring Freddy Krueger's domain for a friend, the man, a score; convulsed and cold, shuddered with rhinorhea and no tissues - and I need something for my mind. Chasmic yawn, my jaw may dislocate, chattery teeth spear enamel through my tongue; a fixer in a fix needing fixing; damn you, Keith - and I need something for my mind. Where's the glamour, immaculately wasted street cred? Ribs accuse through T-shirt skin; bones and tendons slither clearly through almost translucent hands - and I need something for my mind. Melt me a candy bar drain cleaner cocktail; shook with an aftershave chaser; anything to make me feel better than this; for better, for worse, maybe death is the trip - and I need something...anything, really anything for my mindless, mindless mind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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