
maybe it's raining; everything's slick and viscous. maybe it's just tears spooling out of twitchy ducts. today i'm wednesday and clozapine gauzed. being held together by steroids and nicotine. can i differentiate between a fizzing fist of honey bees or a gluey flush of storm clouds? this strategy of amelioration, purple and apoplectic, ain't working. i'm cocaine fragile, in ways willing that lead inexorably to enucleation; scooped and spooned and sloppily mopped up. this wretched worst , this medicinal skin of neural un-enhancers, grabbing gutstrings and numbing stagnant glans, man it's the business. [...]