At the Bank (on drugs)

In "the Bank" and frighteningly sober after the blur of the subway ride... although I am still not myself (with those pages stained red) and the prom kids are sore in this world... which is my world of powdery slashes of color and air that makes your eyes sting. And I have lost Liu and NiS. (And somehow feel uniformed here). But this is too much '80's and not enough death and it is my own cigarette that is causing the burn in my blackened eyes. (Literally).

And I wish to die... to pass out... or to make out. And I wish it were Sunday and I were with AIR7 already, although this is what I love.

But I am so tired and want to pass out... And I am afraid if I go back into the pound and into the light that I will pass out (away).

And I want to close my eyes and slip into/away from all of it.

And I wonder if blisters will rise with tomorrow. (Blinded by flashes of red and blue!)

And the kiss from someone... anyone... welcomed against the wall of sickness... emptiness.

Just for the wetness of the moment. (Sunday)