“Excuse me, I have to go powder my nose” alarmingly charming I assume that I sounded as my self-consciousness rose and my hunger was hounded. Skipping the summons to numerous others I slipped off on my own from the crowds to the throne stopping only to cash some useless coins for a note.
It was another quiet Saturday night and I was itchin’ all right, I longed for the black flat down below the white, the faceless girl residing beside me had been moaning and bitchin’ all night. Her blurry come-get-me curves were beginning to twist at my nerves so I leapt up to scratch and skipped the hors d’oeurves.
Mirror mirror on the wall, well scratched up and vandalized, no real reflection there at all, I saw face, but I couldn’t see my face, a face staring back at me a face difficult to recall. Now the bathroom I can still see in my fetid memory, a splendid row of pearly white sinks buoyant at the edge of a black river bench. Pale penises arched into bowls waiting to be turned on, the secretion from their mouths sucked down a hole to be long gone.
Stripes, on black on white or on white on black? Who cares, I don’t if it makes me feel all right, there’s no such thing as pretty poetry on faulty china phony white.
It was too bright for my eyes; it’s never this white? I didn’t give it another thought as it was carved up into lines; those bright white rows shining under useless UV lights. As an afterthought, as I went in for the stripes, I’d given it too much thought, I used a different vender this time it was just a different type.
Knives up a nose white knives up they go, those white daggers up a chute, my chute massaged red like a red rose. Just a little Sting for sensation beginning with a little stinging sensation, now the wait…
I hate… the wait.
After several blinks in the space before you space, that place just after the head has tilt in comes the usual rush of post medicated pre outer-space guilt.
“This is the last time” merely rhymes with last time and the time before last when I had the scratch in a bag in my sweaty shaky grasp. The time for shame passed over once again and as the stinging subsided my mind was divided, just in time because then came the pain.
Felt as though a force sucked inwards my face, my eyes lost their sight and my heart skipped a pace. Those ribs bent inwards expelling my breath, I clutched at the sink so white upon a bench as black as death I then blacked out I guess. I climbed back into my mind only to find I was curled on my side on the tiles checkered black and snake oil white. My lower lip bubbled and dripped on the floor, I knew my purchase was too white, I knew it looked too bright I was riding over a bump of poison no more.
Those shady undercover government merchants have wiped out a generation of neutron groovers and junkie soul searchers, they’ve been poisoning users and substance abusers then are framed and claimed to be just as under-noses overdoses.
Blackened eyes, black inside, stab a needle in my side, if it saves me it worked all right but if it only momentarily keeps me alive just rip it out and let me die. The pain stuck again I jerked and bit down hard upon the tiles, the blood from my rocky teeth filled the ditches between the black and white and seemed to trickle on for miles.
My forearms retracted with my knees as my chin snapped against my chest, I loosened up and jerked again, it went jerk then pause then jerk then rest.