opium no. 2

every break i ever caught
was only barely enough
to cough me up here in front of you
 in one piece
 
it's been four nights since it happened
 
sleepless and wallowing  
this bull in a china shop
will settle down to sleep
in the wake of destruction
circling my feet
china white horns  
moving while I breathe
and no other signs of life
Heroin chic
go on, celebrate  
as sexy as
plopping a hand on the table
probably the left
and cutting off all five fingers
one by one  
before deciding,
 
(after the thumb)
 
that the whole palm is  
probably rotten
and needs
to go.