another drink, another drug

find the high point and PIN while your pulse settles

life is an old cork notice board, rough round the edges

smoke stained and holed right through

hanging by means of rusted nails, snapped off stalactites

lodged well into the wall …


and we PIN on our memories, our lived experiences

we make a collage that lasts, composed of inner signals and

phenomenological pieces …


scraps that comfort

scraps that slice us, slice up

our very organs


and the sum total of our lives is but a living artwork

filled with fun and devastation, for we are ethereal beings

here a while then off to a smoother shore …


so soon to be off, with great haste, to a smoother shore …

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