One Night on Full Dose

Ethereal visions-
those see-through
subway window blurs.
People melding into glass
and colors of yellow
and orange plastic chairs.

Light dripping between
my curtain lace and blinds,
7:23 and my sleep was laced
with chatters and those
ghost-subway visions.

In the lakes and waters
speckled with stars
and grey 
I swim the backstroke 
and my body shivers
with algae and silver
fish scales in my teeth.

The brown bottle
like a beggar's flask,
on my night table
with twisting, walking legs-
its rotten pineapple 
flavors in my wounded
mouth working
on me like absinthe 
shots with sugar in the
darkened bars.

My fingers curling
into my crown of 
golden hair, twisting
into ponytails again
and again.
My hands working outside
of my body to make
beautiful shapes
from my soul.

I sit without sitting,
on Vicodan in my sweating sheets
waiting for time to pass.
Waiting for my hemispheres 
to come back together
into focus.