Tuesday, 15 December 2009

In absentia_

Blocked mind
Flow of feelings
In the head
Too much coffee
Countering the effect
Of last night’s
Surplus of alcohol

And the blood
Is no longer red
It is of the color
Of the mix of substances
Inhaled and consumed
Exploited and abused

How much can the temple take
For the soul’s random
To the other side of
Reached through the gates
Of a substance
To give it its satisfaction?

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