There's a bar and a toilet
and they smell similar.
Watch your feet, the baggies get slippery
Eyes like dinner plates,
Demon's sitting around a fire with knives and forks
in carnivorous hunger.
The chakra is bent into a
nebulous puzzle, analogous lines that
across my skin, diving earthbound
into the vibrations.
I can taste the plaque on the skin of my teeth,
while my jaw grinds my soul away.
Half heard conversations in nonsensical languages
As we travel through the early hours of dawn.
It ends awkwardly.
but never quietly.