through the sea of surreal

this is about our past-present-future with substance abuse. it might be a little hard for some of you to understand unless you have experienced it too.

my hair is spinning through tunnels of the lord.
he holds my hair back while my face is in a foreign toilet bowl.

the smell of urine and s**t pierces my nostrils like
a cry from heaven.

the grim reaper hands me his
crescent axe. and stirs my drink with his bloody finger
that never touched the happiness 
of a sullen breast.

 

my sin too
evil for the devil to grasp.
but he tries.

 

and enters me from behind.

before i can cry

 

 

"foul".

Reviews

[James K. Blaylock]

Drugs are much too easy an escape, for us humans, and we do them in mass amounts. Because, I guess it's somewhat simpler running into the abyss than facing down the sorrows. But I've seen enough people ruined over such false hideaways, to be suckered in myself. And besides life isn't always a rotten apple.

jkb