The Drug Gods

  I imagine what it would be like if I were impervious to the negative effects of chuckle juice and amphetamines. To walk outside, blazing with Chemical confidence, kicking in the neighbor’s door, slapping their loud kid, stealing their dog. Dance until I melt into muscle, feel only the hum and buzz of  electric eels using my spine as a stripper pole. Sink perfect into a pillowless oblivion,  swimming through air, my gaping mouth  snoring, sounds as if Caruso has taken a bath in liquid LSD. I wake with the energy of Olympic gods in tablet form. Move through the … Continue reading The Drug Gods