you live with the Lotus Eaters
and let the world slip away.

offered me a sip of that
nectar & ambrosia but it
just tasted like acid.

(not the fun kind
darling don't get so

i see splashes of color
warring across my
bedroom walls, and baby
i wish you were here to see it.




drop by drop i'm drinking up
the world and then maybe
all the rest will follow.

i say, "hey there lover-mine,
i'm tripping my goddamn balls off."

he says, "they call that 'withdrawal'."