Uppers I feel high tonight;
head hurting
--maybe too much
ego.
just finished
rolling in praise,
feeling like I'm
dead center of
project-yellow streetlights
washing
all parts of me.
Dealers passing by
and somehow
I can not knock
the feeling of being
better
no matter how
hard I try
--true-
I have faced artificial energy
and catalysts
and still
the night
gets me high
oh, Whitman
oh, Ginsberg
oh, Contemporaries
and friends
how saved I seem
in the arms
of your written
word
the salvation
you struggle to
relay
into
the
night
I
smoke
and
snort
and
inject
and relish
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