The best part about cocaine. Is how it makes everything feellikemagic. You. Are. Magic! You. Are. A won derfulpieceofhumanbeing you are thesmartest personintheroom! Theyshouldgiveyouamastersdegreejus tforbeingyou youandyourbigbrain inyourboneskull betyoucould fistfightusingonlyyourtemporallobeIQas bigasabrontosaurus but itsimpossibletofightdinosaurs becausedinosaurshaveteeth andthoseteetharesha rp sharperthanaspellingbeechamp everydinosaurtooth isadoctor, not feeling well? Goseedinosaurtooth thatshouldfixfixfixfixfixyourightup likeabrandnewautomobile abrandnewnewsetofwheels youvegotfanta sticmotorskills butdon’tletanyoneputtheirhandsonyouren-gine. If you have to be anything. You. Should. Be. A locomotive! Becausethethingwithlocomotivesis theyrunonrails and guess what? Sodoyou! Running onrailafterrailafterrail. Yourapartmentisa switch station. A train yard. Burning hard through all those fossilfuels, and that’s how we beat thosegoddamndinosaurs with our bigbrains in-theend! And that’s really the bestpartabout cocaine, except that the bestpartabout cocaine is how you can’t get enough of it! 8-ball after 8-ball after 8-ball you would think after a while, they’d start calling it a 24-ball, or a 32-ball or at most a 48-ball, and we’d be having a ball if you’d just stop with your countingcountingcountingcou ntingcountingcounting.
Listen.
All you need to know is that money in the bank is
money you haven’t spent
on cocaine!
But the best part about cocaine is how everything just goes away,
all your stress, all your anxieties, your furniture, your home,
you can start to adjust to this minimalist lifestyle.
You are a postmodern Buddhist
attaining transcendence with
each bump,
it seems to take
a lot more
to reach
Nirvana these days
but hopefully
you’ll be reincarnated
as something useful
something
like a coca leaf
smooth-edged,
yearning for the embrace
of a bloodstream.
in a body
that has become
an oxymoronic battleground
tolerance and dependence,
ignoring it
while begging for it.
You are a
handgrenade
shaped like a hug.
But the best part
about cocaine
is how everyone you love will leave you.
And their departure will seem so graceful
like a swan flying south for your winter. It is so col here.
It snows all the time here. I am on the peak of Mount Everest,
when no one returns the air becomes so suckerpunch thin
I can’t even breathe.
The only people
who stick around
resemble dry twigs.
I am afraid of getting too close,
of brushing up against them
for fear of starting a fire.
At this point
it might be best
if everything
just
burned down.