Diseased Dreams.

Crawling through the starless nights,
feeding on the hazy pools of arc
light piss, knowing the belching
exhaust, the gunning guitar
engine is not the chariot
that will save me
Thirsty and starving for fire
in my stomach and smoke
in my throat, for clouds billowing
through my veins
headed north to my brain
before blowing wide and raining
down on me
Bones aching and skin ablaze,
thunderheads gather,
vomiting acid rain, turning
my bowels to jagged ice, my legs
to substance-less nubs, bile blistering
my tongue
The buzzing in my ear grows louder,
knocking the breath from my lungs,
gasping, I feel everything
growing softer, warmer

The sun shines -- morning
the dreams
dogging me
reminding me it been years since I

was a toxic waste dump -- human swill
chemical
zombie
and on clean
sheets,
you would think
I would die

Copyright ©2006, JLK.

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