Beatrice.

sitting on the floor is cool
the cloth that is beneath me, colorful
and cheery.
fulll of vibrant hues of oranges, reds,
and pinks.
The sunsets are so beautiful like the
burning temptation in your eyes
when you feel me draw closer.

I must remind you that I come with
warning labels and confusing
instructions that are not in English
Have fun trying to put my
pieces together.

I am a complex puzzle of morphine drips
and
acid trips. I am stuck in Limbo
locked in a state of paralysis.
Money on top of me,
pressing down, suffocating.
Durgs beneath me, pushing me up higher. No control.
Six shades of green.
blinding, overwhelming.
they cannot sustain me like the music can.

we must run to be complete.
standing still or slowing down
is not acceptable for my state of mind.
she will not surrender me.
her seducing lips have our eyes locked and the enticing smell of...
apples.
the thick insense smoking,
mesmerizing.
I don't want to lose my step and,
trip.
I want to ride the fumes high
through the night
and well into the day
flowing along the currents of fate,
all decisions lifted from my up faced palms.
I do not want responsibility on top of
carefulness and sketchy roads
that I cannot see far down.
Rolling bags have left blistered fingers tired
and bleeding.