Open Ended

His boredom is cured by the bong
hit to his lips,
swollen,
lungs like a balloon
animal inside his chest.

Gorilla kiss,
smoke thick
hanging within the lamp shade.

A mind gone far
from this place of sanctuary;
dreaming in abstract portrait stills.

They split his skull open to dissect
his thoughts,
scattered
over the operating table;
trying to sort out
the bloody mess in stainless
steel containers,
sentence fragments
going hand in hand
with shards of broken bone.