overworked organs,
liver and lungs,
kidneys and tounge,
another poison put under
to infiltrate the veins.
my body is a laboratory
of test-tubes and emotions
hydrogen bombs of memories
burners upon burners of frustration
a prescription for self-immolation,
a catalyst, a cataclysm, a lab coat of cynicism..

the medication becomes habitual, ritual, spiritual
jesus in powderform, lord, meet me on that beautiful shore.
opiates of transcendence, Lazarus on his deathbed of chemicals,
resurrected only to die a little death again...
the smile on my face is the wafer God has placed in my mouth.

06/03/2011

Posted on 06/03/2011
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