Poem: THE JUNKIE (Trip to a Flatline)

You, the machine,
Let the acid flow,
From your blood,
To your soul.

Here’s the music,
So let it play.
Is it music?
My mind so strays....
But let it stay!
Let it Stay!
Please! Please! Let it stay!

No desire have you,
For you are controlled,
By magic potions in your blood,
Or is that soul?

Chorus

The music, my mind,
I’ll blow the whole thing soon.

Chorus

The whole drag around me,
Or are they flowers?
High high inside me,
Such powers!
Then tomorrow comes,
Ends the trip---------------beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

al armiger 1971