The Fix
By Poe Etiquette
Supine in a doctor’s chair
Waiting for the fix
Glowing needles
on dials
One sways left, then right
One sets ever downward
On the plastic plane
The screens were playing
Some flick of
signs and lights
Going past, faster and faster
Now neon blurs,
alternating
Like the memory of
Some short-lived dumpster-fuck
Behind the rave that lasted
Till the sheets of night
Burnt
crimson on the edges
The needle was pushing deep
Into a triple-digit-dimension
The lights smeared in streaks
On the liquid coated surfaces
Like
some insect’s flight
Cut short on an invisible pane
And the
second needle
Contrasting the high of the first
Said “you’re
almost empty”
The juice was running dry
But there was just
enough time
For one more hit
On the stereo
Louder
Faster
Until
The mind was hydroplaning
Through thoughts of the future
“The Doctor will see you, now”
Comments on "The Fix"
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On Sunday, February 3, 2013, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...we enjoy work that is open to several interpretations. the 'doctor ' in his back-alley office, administering to the needs of his dehumanized clientele...
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On Monday, February 4, 2013, Poe Etiquette
(124) wrote:
:) i like that. i wrote it in reference to a car ride/intentional car crash.
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On Saturday, February 2, 2013, DarkDruidess
(326) wrote:
Oh wow...just WOW! I'm sure my doctor will love hearing from me tomorrow...but oh well...that's his job...this fit my mood tonight...totally and completely! Thank you...seriously...
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On Saturday, February 2, 2013, Poe Etiquette
(124) wrote:
I'm so glad you enjoyed it. it has several levels of meaning and i'm glad you could personlize one