when the drugs hit

further and further
i guess
it is like
starting over
again.
you can't tell
where
it is going
or how
it is going
to end.
all you know
is that you
must keep going
down
farther and
farther
to find
the reason
to keep
moving on.


i am a stranger
in my own bed
when you are not there.


is it wrong
that i have
had thoughts
of you
out of the
usual ones
that i have of you?



surfer
i stopped pinning
hope on people
and now
merely ride
the motion
of the moment.
it is much
more
bearable.