Too late to think or feel,
Shots of morphine to
The skull’s base,
A pleasant release
A relinquishing of all
There is to feel.

Crushing, crushing,
Tear the bridge down
Let the stone fly
To the river below
And feel the sparkling
Sewage rumble across
A great wave of loose
Pains.

Feel her twist inside you,
Her hips wrapped tight
Around you.

Drink gin,
Fuck hard,
Think nothing,
Feel everything

OD’d on mescaline in the
Early morning, stars trapped
In her eyes.

Blue streaks across the chin,
Black streaks across the heart,
Burns on the tips of the fingers.

Astronauts, burned in earth’s
Air, the great ship plummets,
Nuclear horizons and tiny
Little white pills.

Drink gin,
Fuck hard,
Think nothing,