"Cactus-Flower" - Written 31/07/08

I want to hug a cactus,
On this dull, ruinous landscape.
I want to let it know it is not alone.
Its flesh within my warmth,
I will be it's only friend,
A shoulder for it to cry on,
So it may finally let out those tears
It keeps bottled up so desperatly,
Trying to survive.

I want to hug a cactus,
And feel its thin, sharp needles
Cutting through me, burrowing my skin,
Like the spines of a porcupine,
Protecting it from the outside.
Softly trickling from pin-pricks,
As my new friend sets it free,
My sap, mixing with its tears,
Splash playfully across the dirt,
Forming a strange composition.
After this, all that will be left over
Is a dark red stain from a cactus flower.

"A 'Good Time' Ritual" - Written 17/07/08

Pins and needles in my hands and feet,
And gulping in the air, trying to drink deep.
Your vision blurs, and your balance is gone,
And every day I seem to get at least one.
The "Corridor of Light" forms in your eye,
Dots and flecks in your vision will multiply.
Your heart pounds your ribs like a jackhammer-
You're not here, you can't think, your words stammer.
In your head all your thoughts start to beak down,
And you know you'll be fine but it doesn't feel like that
When you can't see and can't feel a thing and your skin
is tingling and a sound like insects buzzing grows in your
ears claustraphobia growing just need to calm down!!!

When you wake up, and open your eyes at last,
You stare at the ceiling, and laugh.