The Needle by Ken Kesey

First things first
let’s gather our brothers
and sisters
around
so that we can form
a sphere
of sorts
of course
let us make
something perfectly clear
the ten years
turning
i’ve been
jacked-up
jerked-off
brought-down
and strung out
i’ve
been holed up
cooled
off
hung low
and come-down

i’ve been rushed
flashed
flushed trashed
twitching sniveling
snorted
and bellowed

bitch
space-atoms
are
a
heartless
void
and
i know
the slightly
plotted tightly-knotted
paranoid

watching friends
grin goodbye
spiraling
down the brain-drain
fungal finger
of the doctor
tickling my spine

how I roar!
roar magnetic pole
like a compass
medicine reach
3-D yet still senseless
binary
heartless
void
don’t
say a prayer
for me
just
let the needle turn

recorded
on my arm