-tie me off
Lizard and Di Martini are back
from six days AWOL in Amsterdam,
dreaming about having a glass vein
in their arms, a port where the crystal
could just slide in, like plugging in
a speaker jack from a teac amp.
Lizard used to be a golden gloves boxer
from somewhere up the hudson
now he weighs something about
like four pillows strapped to a broom.
they have watches with chunky metal bands
that they imagine flatter toothpick wrists.
-hold my arm
he eases the point into the vein
and draws some blood up into the barrel
where it mixes with the crank,
then slowly pushes the plunger,
sending the warm magic
to his craving brain and body
the instant rush takes him deep.
he leans back on the bunk
against the wall, eyes closed,
a post orgasmic drift
into realms of ecstasy.
he's riding a cosmic wave
that breaks upon the shore
of this darkened barracks room
with a tie-dyed parachute
suspended from the ceiling
and a song is playing
on the best of the best brand stereo:
".......are you reelin' in the years
stowin' away the time
are you gatherin' up the tears
have you had enough of mine......"
Lizard moans ......oh man......
Di Martini sighs..........oh yeah.....
the stereo plays on.
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