thinkofsomething

from off-the-grid
three room cabin
to million dollar
condo in west LA
exhausted resources
and irrelevant potentialities
heart-spilled vacuum and
pathetic namelessness
240 dollars worth of asprin,
corruption of a minor,
a cashed out mutual fund,
and a one week coke binge.
a full stomach and sinusses
with sucked dry synapses,
forgotten distances and
clossness, remembered
pathways of drug paranoia,
all blend seemlessly
into a sweet concoction of
exquisite malaise and
unadulturated unknowing.