Patterns In The Sky (And Other Deplorable Behavior)

"Poetry is like heroin
I mean... I've never TRIED heroin
but it feels like a warm
bath of
impossibly warm
blood"

He stood in the frame of the shot for approximately 3 seconds, looking sideways and chiaroscuro as all hell
he was a space cadet fighter pilot
freaked out punk
he liked to motorboat the alien girls' triple tits
whenever he got drunk
a dockworker by day
shibari rigger by night
loved the taste of gunpowder and the smell of a fight

"And I just think that maybe, if we all dropped down and fell asleep for a single day, if everything shut off and we picked up the pieces from there... Well we'd be at some other point at least, with countless and hopelessly different problems."

and with a wicked 3 night stubble in a 4 dollar room
grin begets grin and machinations of doom
"let's go for day two," and he's off to the races
swallowed caps of magic mushrooms
faces changing to other faces
bugs zip around his arms
birthed from freckles and moles
tentacles from his limbs they spread
hypersensitive soul
hair becomes antennae
dilated eyes, "I've still got it boys"
and he curses cubensis after he pukes
but we always always have a choice

"But coke makes a hammer out of your chest like let's do this shit man and Burroughs told me I can't get addicted so we're clear for takeoff"

he got what we call "Weeping Molly"
MDMA at a funeral
reconnects people like a motherfucker
but makes them slutty and sloppy
took it alone and made some bad mistakes with exes
chewed the christ out of his belt
and very nearly moved to Texas

"You've got to sacrifice the penis at the price of intravenous, see but once you go with acid then you never really go flacid"

And sometimes that's just how it goes