Droplets of truth
drain like bleeding corpusels
from th’ veinous maps of my heroin habit..uation
on starvation withered legs are the tracks..
and on agony aged arms..     the trails of punctures...
now when my vessel of TIME.. is almost filled.. 
..i look down at the leathery landscapes of blood struggles 
they seem to have once forgotten how to do
any other thing but..
but..
..fix     
the place settings for ..
my dual new gods..
th’ twins
“CRAVE”..
who shows up for the masquerade as a curiously bent spoon..
its once brightly shined, sparkling Sterling designed handle
..tarnished now.. all over.. except by
the match smutted bottom..     
it, I’m sure  posessing it’s own flaming, historicly accurate
story
about it’s first shot of black tar
or some equally boreing old spoon’s
much too time worn.. tale of woe
and now..   
comes this other DIETY demanding your time and lots of effort
as tribute from
the satrapsy of your soul..

                       “CALLOUS DISREGUARD”
..who arrived disguised as a needle pointed caulk gun
filled to it’s cap with china white                   
is your need’s new Hell spawned slavemistress
.. and she too must be worshiped
..must be.. or else it’s.. “kicktime”
instead of kickoff time
and believe me
there are galaxies of difference there..
there..fore requiring you, amid all this caos..
to find a way to gratify at all costs
each whim of either godhead.. daily and ceaselessly..
or else find your inner self
puking it’s guts out
into the gutter
again..
and again
and again..!

from that gutter..                                                   .. delriodan