Creme de liquor
slowly passes down.
Sitting on the throne there
A needle in your arm.

Burned out
gutted apartment.
No neighbors
to be found.

Your on your own again
gradually you’ll rebound
Maybe see the bigger picture
Step outside to look around

You’ve got nothing
to turn to.
Except your
other arm.

Time has come and past
to make another round.
Just around the corner
a man has been gunned down.

The world is not
The safest place.
You’ve got to get
on higher ground.

Find someone to talk to
a companion may be found.
Someone there who understands
your uncanny guttural sounds.

Carry on with small talk
amuse you if they can.
You’ve got to solve this problem
Or else you’ll come unwound

Fracture into splinters
and find a way on out.
Maybe with a needle
or elsewise with a gun!

Whichever is the easiest
you just can’t seem to de escalate.
All your wires are down
your journey’s been profound.

Falling out of broken glass
out of the tenement window.
Bloodied broken body
to die there on the ground.