"Miles To Go Before I Sleep..."

i feel very strange.

not my skin but my soul.

not my flesh but my pain.

nothing feels real.

& nothing feels sane.

this is odd.

the music is loud.

& the clang clang clang of the dream bell is ringing.

my cock stands up proud & my bloodflow is singing.

when closing my eyes the flash bulbs explode

& the scratch & blur of a thousand images burned into my mind

by my blowtorch vision erupt & enrapture & make hard-on throb.

when closing my eyes & slip under water

like dreamscapes of bodies & memories of loved ones burning

with love & with sadness & that drug makes me laugh...

drug makes me laugh! La La La La La La La La La!!!

because death can not keep them from touching my body.

not my skin but my soul.

not my flesh but my pain.

drug makes me cry...

for visions are always hot with their wanting...

drug makes me sigh...

for hard-on is hard for the sake of their haunting...

drug makes me quick...

drug makes me sick...

drug makes me dream of the dead & their kiss.

drug makes them real...

drug makes me feel...

drug makes me dream & i'm grateful for this.

© Friday, May 26, 2000 by Jason Wght

5:28am

6 years since I shaved my head.

funny that.