If I could afford the pills?
I’d down the whole bottle twice.
Overdose on a midnight summer.
Find the darkest alley, meet a man with stars in his hollow eyes,
And ask for a refill
More powder, please.
I’d go deeper into reaches of myself
Marvel at the projections
Connect the panels and pages
The Image of this Dark Horse riding out the planes of cities I’d forgotten
Strikes from the report. Expert form file.
I’d drink it all down from a bottle called yesterday, holding off the conning to tomorrow.