off to the tropics

the blizzard rages outside
snows drift and winds blow
all the roads are closed
I'm down in the basement
it's time to get away from the cold
secure your baggage
mix the nickel of fine brown sugar
with a tablespoon of water
heat over the lighter
filter with a cotton ball
fill the syringe
fueled and ready to go
cleared for takeoff
sit on the edge of the bed
tighten the belt between the teeth, pump the fist,
pat the pit, watch the blue channel appear
stab with spike
pull back
see the red
oil strike
milk once
twice
three times
push
release
the belt
feel
the warm
rush
melt away
ice
reality
exhale
ahhh
. . .
I'm
on
v
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