printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #017


        Trip Like I Do  

        Trip like I do.
           Visuals beynd comprehension.
           Experience is a new thrill.
           Alchohol is water
           Drugs are a waste of time.

           Red wine mixing red blood.
           Pure soul pouring out
           living death screaming inward
           stop

           slow start, recover from old
           begin again, quick return
           fucking scream through me!
           I used to be somebody

           I am everyone. The world is me.
           Beyond, flowing around all
           done
        Trip like I do.

        mea_culpa       12-20-97