thoughts seized by an imbalance

after the bottle of wine,
I swallow a bottle of peroxide
in hopes of sterilizing the wounds
saturating my internal organs.

all hope has disappeared,
like a magic trick
and the smog during a clear day,
sort of like my memory
after years of abuse to the brain.

I admire what these drugs do to me;
getting me through the day
in anticipation of a night of

the entertainment of the world
no longer exists in the screen
but in the mind, where crazy
has seized my every thought;
starting with you.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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