sign me up for a mainline of placations
with open mind and open arms and
open heart and open lungs
blacking out in bland anticipation
of all the humdrum ways that one could
pass into oblivion
bear me to elysium
Hygeia
venom in the saline
attracts the vanishing
carry me to hades
caduceus
venom in the saline
the ink is vanishing
set a course for the island of surrender
along hazy shores of the river of milk of amnesium
where all the knives are guided by consensus
and take a wrong turn here and there just to relieve the tedium
judgement gushes out through all the holes in the skin
but the needles only work if you can hold it all in
leaving black depressions anywhere they have been
the needles only work if you can hold it all in