Ocean Room

So glorious to travel to a room by the ocean
And remove the aching dullness of routine
It is this wondrous thing that we call travel
That makes living in this world so worthwhile
And it may not be hard for you to realise
That I write this in a mellow red wine high
For it is the wonder of this elixir of dreams
That leads one’s head to float among the clouds
Not dulled as if one were in a heroin repose
That follows the first sigh of needle point illusion
That vastly overdone and addictive killer of souls
Will fool you with its promise of an easy escape
But I feel as though a mountain could be climbed
When in this state of mild red intoxication
So different from the strange hallucinogens
That draw steam from foreign hotel light bulbs
And make you think you can run forever
Yet in reality the energy does not match the wish
You see I splash words like abstract light and color
And I know the next painted line will come so easily
And even if it makes no sense to me at all
I will think the words make perfect sense to you
And if I were to run and stumble off a cliff
It doesn’t matter to anyone in this world
For words and wine can be a mix of mystery
In a world where mystery doesn’t mean a thing
Yet still it seems I want to go to sleep
And dream about how things were years ago
When heroin was rife and clothes were black
And friends were prone to die upon the streets
But still that meant that life was such a thrill
Or maybe it was just another lonely pathway
Yet boredom was a thing that never came
To those that lived their lives in dirty houses
For they were busy keeping friends alive
And sleeping through the strangest rainy days
But living for the dark and chemical nights
That fooled us into thinking we were free
Yet now I read this back from start to end
As my cloudy head reels inside this room
And sense is not important in a cloudy mind
For reality does not make this life my own
Yet phases come and go but the heroin will not
Replaced by adrenalin and a blood red liquid sun
But love is something that lingers in my head
A love for those that I have come to know
And a love for those I lost along the way
So I’ll travel while I live upon this earth
For there are so many lovely things to see
But keep a space for heroin memories lost
For dead friends live inside my funny head
A head that’s seen too much but has survived
And when the time has come to go to sleep
My intoxicated head will dream or thrash
So I hope to dream of new friends near and far
When the moon appears above my ocean room
And if I wake again to see the sun
I’ll stumble down unto the waters edge
And fall into the beautiful caressing ocean
Another liquid intoxication painted blue
Yet if my heart stops beating on this starry night
I’ll join you in an endless sea of lonely black
My beautiful heroin angel from my youth

Ocean Room

Ian Mooney

Point Clare, Australia

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Ocean Room

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