Tipping, we're all over the place
with yesterdays' stars woven in our dreams

breaking, like red blood cells, undefinable
wishing like leaves floating on apathy
that come-a-calling for luck

and we spin with the man made elation,
pills that whisper in codes
to unlock a boxful of happy times.

tipping, we're all over the place
and the junkie smiles at me,
his grin etched into forever.


ecstasy as in 'Methylenedioxymethamphetamine', the drug