Sometimes, you want a taste of your old habits. In the hot desert, and on the high seas, it pays to drink your own ***.

Incomplete Reaction

I once knew an evil activation energy. After many deals with the devil, I began to see the depth of his horrible passions. Once I had made it to shore, I thought that I had escaped his wicked tidal wave. But the debt collector knocks. Not wanting to do his business in public, the tidal wave blocked my escape and pulled me back into his depths.

It was then when I saw your horrified face, I knew that I had died in your eyes. The reaction was finished. The debt was never paid. And you never got an explanation.

Screaming underwater,
I look up to see no bubbles.
My damaged lungs explode with regret.

If I hadn’t have opened my **** mouth.

Endothermic Entropy

Endothermic reactions absorb energy from the environment, and store that new energy in chemical bonds formed from the initial reaction.

Reactants contain more potential energy than the products of reactions, because chemistry requires activation energy.

A catalyst speeds up a reaction by lowering the reaction energy, so that a reaction may occur at lower temperatures, pressures, and concentrations.

Therefore, if particular reactants get close enough, and become densely concentrated, or if the reactants gain temperature, or are under high pressure, only a tiny amount of activation energy is needed to start the reaction.

Don’t have an endothermic reaction.

Like a beaten dog,
Or a slave of the land,
I resent the sunrise.

After the morning medication,
I crumple into the tub,
Broken, weeping, shaking,
A carrion to the carnal carnivores.

Choking down my tiny breakfast takes hours,
Trying not to think of lunch,
I escape outside to quell the nausea,
Often finding myself miles from home.

Eyelids growing heavy, the day isn’t even over, I just wish mine was.

A pack of American Spirits,
The thermos is full of brew,
This morning sunrise,
I’m thinking of you,
Packing an extra helmet and another pair of gloves,
I am happy,
Gonna pick you up

When we wheelied,
You held me tight,
Going around corners,
We leaned just right,
Bodies synced,
Dancing in the moonlight
You were the one,
That caught my sight

The helmets are broken,
The bike is too,
I broke it all myself,
Flew over the view,
Now I have this prescription glue,
That makes it hard to chew,
Feels like I have the flu,
And the doctor hasn’t a clue,
Why I’m not yet new,
But I know,
It’s you

Days blur,
Always causing a stir,
Speech is slurred,
Forgetting what’s occurred

Another new pill,
To get me over that hill,
It’s supposed to be chill,
But the side effects make me ill

To my frustration,
I’m still at the station,
Stronger hallucinations,
Have put a hold on my location

No man has ever died in a pool of his own tears,
Years of fears,
Just a smear on the sphere
Two eyes, and a pair of ears

Swooping through space,
My vision is filled with yins yanging through gaps in time

The first falls
Trying to catch himself
He is bound to stride for eternity
Sprinting into the void

The next shaman
Looses consciousness
Awake in his own dream
He does not compute

The third elder falls to his face
****** into the black hole sun
Madness clawing its way
Toward me
Relentless

I grind my teeth
To a fine powder
Eyes bulging
From my skull
I resist
My body disappears