Strung up (once)
on pethidine, morphine
codeine phos., digoxin — all toxins
to mask the pain.
Not the pain itself
but its unblinking eye.
Hooked on faces, glances
hands, thought processes
(those phosphorescent antennae).
Dependent on landforms, bed bases
air temperatures, a certain arch to the sky.
No truck or dalliance with half-way.
An attitude indented
like a hot iron pressed to the brain.
Headed straight for destruction
through the quest for perfect balance.