Forecast

I haven't written for days,
must be the change in weather;
so much storm on my mind.

Lightening strikes and rage
reign
over my burning thoughts;
sleep,
my only salvation.

Deprived of enlightenment,
stripped of my sanity,
trying to find comfort
in the age of technology.
....................dead
battery.

Then it hits me like euphoria;
the first breath
sucked
from the chamber
of my pipe.

Saliva dripping
from my mouth;
a trail of spit
leaking from my lips
into the garbage can
below.

Happy,
hungry
and all I can think
about is the change
in weather.