Surly Dies

-Surly Dies-
by Keaton Foster



One puff
Two
Three more
Inhaling the fumes
Chasing them
With shrooms
High as a kite
Twice as light
Floating above earth
A spectral anomaly
A weighted sheet
Of skin and meat
My sickening disease
Manifesting itself
As an obsessive need
Drugs cut the edge
Allowing me to cope
One too many things
Out of their place
Sends me into what some
Those who bear witness
Might say is a toxic frenzy
A sort of creative dichotomy
Where no rules need apply
Where God is not safe
And where the devil
Will ultimately be crucified
A place of empirical madness
Made into a weapon
Meant to be used to beat
My readers to near death
Meat to get them to see
What I see
In such an elevated state
Above terra firma
There is sense of doom
Not from falling down
But from coming to grips
With the possibility
That to such a height
I’ll never again rise
So each day and every night
Like a good little boy
I take my prescribed pills
In ingest my salvations
And inhale redemption
One puff
Two
Three more
Inhaling the fumes
Chasing them
With shrooms
High as a kite
Twice as light
Floating above earth
It feels good as it should
I am comfortably numb
And creatively in tune
I know what it takes
I have again done it
Appeasing myself
All while pleasing all else
Allowing them to see
Into the core of escape
Perpetrated by a man
With a drug cabinet
Full of barbiturates
And hallucinogens
Ready to be dispensed
Ready to alter my state
Soothing the height of my pain
And my need for such chaos
To put into some sort of place
Surly dies
Allowing me ease
In what I wish to explain…



Surly Dies
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.