Current status Dr. ?

Circa 2009?


my nose drips like a leaky faucet

like a leaky faucet running in the back of my throat

cigarette smoke drys it up with each pull

my chest rattles and heaves

we are all comatose

all four in separate personal solitudes sitting so closely together on dirty couches

I sneeze- no one says god bless you.

What do you expect in a room of anti-Christ’s?

11 pm Thursday night turns into 4am Friday morning

“JUST BE MAKES ME FEEL!”

Lou reed sickly sings from the record player.

In a silent collective unconscious – we agree

RING RING RING.

The phantoms calling.

Straight to voicemail.

Line after line.

Never runs out.

I am endless with supply.

Prescription Dr. Santa Claws

What is this?

What is this?

What is this…

“and I guess but I just don’t know..”