Half-Closed Eyes

Half-closed eyes
with more than one wrinkle under each
the skin is turning paler by the minute
a minute difference though, only noticeable when looking at old photographs
The many hours spent lucid in the dark side of the earth have taken their toll
But I know of pills that take care of that.

As I Lie In Bed

As I lie in bed
noisy fans
motor-cars
powered by oil
head-phones to block it out
an artificial taste
as well as smell
need to pop more pills,
aches and cramps everywhere
not to mention the mess inside both heads
Avoid confrontation at all costs.

All of That Is Completely Irrelevant

Large doses of sugary sweets
I might be addicted to ammonium hydroxide
and all those hours in front of a screen
be it the televised vision
or the computing box with a noisy fan
Routine is all I ever knew.
just like so many places on this rock
that do not get to experience the difference
between left and right

But all of that is completely and utterly irrelevant
for She is on my mind
Constantly.

No Future Plans

No future plans
in these plains
for a moving train
is all that is needed

No long numbers
in this empty mind and disc-space
for a drink and a chat
can always be arranged

No bed to "go at it" in
in a troubled and fashioned city
until The Lion appears
and roars at me

Saying "I've got a place for you."
"But you will need to vanish again into the morrow."

One-Thousand Milliseconds at a Time

Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.

I Should Be Happy Just Look I'm Even Smiling

Although today is not the correct day
I still feel as if it was the seventh day (for us)
Worried the interesting, but very dangerous, chemical compounds
might just have won the battle today
To be a little more direct
if I may...

The ever so nice death-sticks
have (hopefully) momentarily
destroyed my throat

The always charming
but a bit frivolous: alcohol
has now taken it's toll on my digestive system

and of course lastly, but certainly the very least
for I don't necessarily enjoy everything
The Drugs
 ...
If I took any
then it was done in an unconscious manner
but I can feel my chest expanding,
my ears' ability to hear lessening
and the few bits of brain-power that remain
are slowly evaporating.

Although, I might be wrong
About something.
About everything.
I might live to see the morrow
and I might even want to

But for the time being
I'm sweating immensely in a excrement-fillet toilet-stall
unwashable and not belonging in the first world.

I should be happy
just look
I'm even smiling.

Three bottles of scotch

Three bottles of scotch
don't blend it
don't even think about it
Take the good with the bad
(as they say)

Never once did I think well
when on the other things
Write drunk
edit sober
(as he said)

Pressure on an empty stomach
dry mouth
aching head
and we go on and on and on and on and on.
Until the Sun shines
and the Moon is forced to hide.