Clutching to haultered breath,
a nameless guitar plucked our rotten apple poetry...
noose like chords drained the wrists
of artistocrat street kids;
as hazard sign parents forgot tongues
could be functional
without a daily fix of nuclear opinion
We self medicated ourselves with gods...
injecting the words of train wreck slaves
as a cure for mediocrity;
hendrix lent us the
ovary riff that birthed our ears,
every nuance shook the foundations
of creative caverns...
until more skulls split with ideas;
so with this needle pen we etch the
drug of our choice deep into the veins
of every letter...
forming junkie scentances hooked on
the concept that we just might just posess...
Immortality.