RANTS

four lokos

pearls, clear glass

that seems to be

floating inside of your sockets.

that's you.

maybe not what you've become.

but what you are right now.

eyes rolled back, slumped against the wall.

not sure if your heart is beating

too fast

or if it is hardly beating.

you, sunny, baby-faced.

so young to be having

a near death experience,

to have two needles and tubes

attached to each one of your hands,

and two am urgent visits to the hospital.

ps. 

if you had only seen the passed out girl at the concert - 

but you were dancing and singing,

eight bottles of beer numbing your senses.