illusivemeteor

The elusive quest for euphoria

Looms at the dripping tip

Of a hypodermic swoon.

Bulbous nightcrawlers fidget violently

In an arm of dirt,

Feint and bob

Like a panic-stricken prizefighter.

Hitting the slippery screwball

Takes exponential discipline –

Be patient, keep your hands back,

Think centerfield, just make contact.

Perching in a tree stand

During a snowy hunt

You must wait for the buck

To be captured by dreams

Before sanguinary sniping.

And finally, eureka!  Vacuum,

As the needle’s register submerges.

The tunnel’s threshold shovels

Darkness onto the light

Affording a crawling ocular eclipse.

The window at the 25 cent

Peepshow is bankrupt,

Foreshadowing a farewell.

The final fleck of iridescence

Constricts into the cherrywood

Tomb of temperance.

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