Aroom Full Poem by James McLain

shutting the door, thanking the dude this fix.
i shake, the robe falls aside, exposing tight
shriveled breasts once full of life.
there are no veins left, tried every where, arms,
legs, neck, even my eye lids.
the spoon looses half the water, the bi lighter
fires the coal my clay.
thinking about it loosen my very bowels.
the diabetic syringe, plungers back bring into
the warm tube of night.
i pull the pinks apart, to flip a lip out, exposed
to the grey dirty light.
the cavalries tighten, flushed life, passed before me.