Poetry #17: Trip Like I Do

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #17. The publish date is approximate. Originally written December 20, 1997.]


        Trip like I do.
           Visuals beynd comprehension.
           Experience is a new thrill.
           Alchohol is water
           Drus 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 aroud all
           done
        Trip like I do.