Offer no opinion to the run's after party -
Three DuMaurier's fished from the well-salined fannypack
And imbibed back to back
Smoke touches the whites
Pupils pin backwards
Alchemy as the electrical dives into the
Chemical soup, nods to Broca and tries in vain to rally the troups in the Dopa mine
This surfeit of nicotine and endorphins should cajole;
Should white-water through the mines, and
lift the workers above chasms and through grooves
Like acid-addled surfers pinching and collecting
Florid ghosts and epiphanies
In handbags for later consumption
but they don't
Reward system is out of service today
Working at half production or less
Coughing and spittling its way
Half blinded and neutered by
Birth's practical joke
Grain based lighting would do it
and would have done it
if not for recovery's choir
Who decided a quick concert on that street corner
and this one
and here
Were needed
No visible conductor leading them through their venues
Yet clearly present
And I am gifted with another 24.
