Vibin’ smooth as bass guitar strings,
those nights were as real as I’d feel
W/ the universe and our flings
& medication for meals,
Lickin’ the skin of this earth against my own,
Undressed of every mortal burlesque gristle & bone.
*
But now who am I? How hollow? How whole?
I can’t remember. Filthy as an ashtray, my mind’s
all-a-simmer
& I’m afraid. Drunk and grimy as opioid gunk,
crawling from the shade of thirty thousand thrills
all adrift in this soul.
*
From ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Just another victim
of too much lust.