clinic

taking my pulse
a brush across your breast
can you feel me increase?
I like you with your hair down best
your method so clinical and cold
your stethoscope
your image to uphold
still i can smell your pheromone
our treatment will be sexual

tighten the tourniquet
and suck out my blood supply
if I'm not your type today
tomorrow we'll reapply
the ointment and antibiotic
the opioids and the anti-psychotics

chained to the gurney
you bring me my breakfast
I bet you think little of me
on your checklist
suggested suicide watch
confiscate my lover
put me in the rubber room
until I'm not a threat
to myself or others

I don't want to recover
or be rescued
discharge me
so I can get back to the test tube experiments
with drugs and a history of abuse
I've got a fix - the leak is a vortex, a vacuum
cut me a key to the nuthouse
and set me loose

weekend pass-out relapsed
and relaxin' on the *ss*s' crack
and the crankshaft of the Kraken
I'm killin' my self not really my body.
I want erased and eroded,
panic flushed down the pity potty.

air inject me
poison I.V.
I want your face to be
the last thing I see before lights out
you strap me down for bedtime
stories above the parking garage
I'll paint you a gory collage
on the pavement,
the impact I have
on the public
sidewalk
sidestep my carcass
and trace me in chalk