crow's nest

fiction
back beat mental friction
making my lids stay wide
along the while
an ever ride
the longest mile
inspite of
inspite of
a medicinal synergy
still, i feel
a radical energy
i am four degrees warmer than
i've ever been
flush with some puzzling
intro-heat, a leather glove
on one hand insulates
the whole of me
this hole of me
empty
again, looking for a serial
re-fill and you, to take stock of
this fucked up inventory.
i am four steps closer than
i've ever been
to embracing the truth
that rolls from a man's veins
a rich toxic sweetness
the stuff of dreams
awake or sleeping, my
common conciousness
is uncommonly good,
eyes open or shut,
brave through this recipie
the key
is right there, for all of us to grab.