S P A C E D O U T

I've made friends
In dark 'n cold space behind doors
Neatly hung on those walls
Of dispensaries.
Names are hypnotic
And have tricked me to believing
They won't play my psyche
For too long...
But Mary go round,
Came round
And landed my footing right
Where I started
To reality realizing
She only keeps coming
Back
If i take her down again
And again
With Johnny Black
Over, and over
Till i shot stars
And hung their halos
Round my eyes
And skull
Gazed in awe
Of astroidal collisions
And meteors
And how they gnawed
At planets
As i did my own skin
Created
Craters for hiding
My very life inside
The bombshell I made of it
Desperate to find within
Shrapnel of me
Who i was before
Meteors i sent hurling
At myself
Exhausted
Like footpaths carved
Solid by comets
And trailed regrets
Like stardust
Till i force
Me to swallow what
Emptiness i've found
In loss
And spaces -
Vacuum
Airless...
Me
No more.