Posts Tagged ‘syringe’

Half a point of ice and twenty milligrams of morphine
Is a pleasing combination
Stick it in your arm it will do you no harm
There’s nothing like that moment
When the blood squirts into the syringe and I know I’ve hit the vein
Then I push down the plunger
A hurricane candy rush shoots up my veins and into my brain
Sweet tingling all over my body
Feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time
Sinking into the opiate mind-bath while buzzing from the speed
Chemical kicks in the succulent moon-light
Pharmacological fun-times on a Friday afternoon
Let it rush over me
Let it rush through me
Then it’s time for a cone
Warm fuzzy marijuana mind-blur breaks over my consciousness
And the cocktail is complete

syringe
I want to be Kurt Cobain
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be Lou Reed
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be Nick Cave
But I don’t have the veins for it
I want to be William S. Burroughs
But I’m not into young boys
And I don’t have the veins for it
But sometimes I weaken
Even though I don’t have the veins for it
And get someone to hit the one vein I can find in my hand
Which is sometimes hard to hit as it’s so shallow
But when it works
Blood plumes in the hypodermic
And the stopper is pushed down
And brain begins to vibrate and oscillate
It sometimes seems worthwhile
If the gear is good
Then I feel like Michael Dransfield
Even though I don’t have the veins for it