drugs
TagVicodin & Venice
Come sit on this mossy log on the steaming hot bank of the deep wide brook, by the cattails lilypads and skunk cabbages.
Eulogy for Times Square (1989)
janey is on her hands and knees
and the room is a chorus
of gutter sounds and flies unzipping
That’s It! Yeah, That’s the Melody to Funky Town!
. . . And silent chaotic displays of distorted visuals and animated travesties existing in the moment where one has recently awakened from their heavy dream state stirred greatly within the Monsieur’s head. . .
bed
my friend asked me what i was doing. from my bed I said “getting groceries.”
Take My Hand, David Berman
The church organs bellow out of the speakers in the living room, playing music from my phone.
I empty out a little more coke on to the counter in the kitchen.
Burning Up
In the afternoons José plays back messages on a grey answering machine, appointments to confirm with Johns by telephone.
Pill Box
hospital mortality rates stay the same or decline when hospital employees go on strike. did you know that?
Mike Tyson Inside / Shreveport Phone Booth / Tweakers
Fee-fi-fo-fum–Cassius Clay here I come…
Suicide Diary Entries 86-94
in the event of a medical emergency, entomb me in 2 tons of epoxy resin.
prey
Dissociation was kicking in and I felt my vision getting blurry.