dopamine man.

you’re fucked up –
    a twister of
        nothingness and ruin

being sick on the side             of the road
    + broken-toed

birds half naked
dancing on your lap
–  a hardon
spending all your money on
   hookers and cigarettes
      in london

she said you were destructive :
   a hurricane
   a tidal wave

but you’d rather get high off novacaine

       rails on a countertop
  lines on a basin
     snorting with a girl you
      shagged inside a subway station:

waking up under the sheets
  drenched in sweat
   indiscreet
driving on the wrong side of the road

cheap strip clubs
in paris, france
woke up on the wrong side            of the bed
    knackered out
dopamine man

  see the girl again
    no love
    no friends

breaking through a window in
memphis, tennessee
fingering a girl beside the street
      it gets so loud
         inside your head
             that you can’t even speak

+ drugs aren’t cheap

         but drink a day away.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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