A Shot
sitting on the blue couch, staring at
the algid night sky, the putrid moon
trying to break the darkness. in my
hand the spoon, under it a lighter.
the crackling of the
brown tar chunk, the bubbles
coming up, the thin blue vapor crawling
up my nostrils. already lightheaded, already
dead and ready for the resurrection. drawing
the brown liquid into the
syringe. tapping the
needle right before plunging it into
the vein. colors, effulgent explosions; leaning
back on
the couch, a devil smiles from
behind the wall, the vein pulsates and a thin
crimson line runs down the extended arm.
focus on your breathing, a voice commands. I
obey, reluctantly. off into the flaming
meadows once
more, a broken butterfly net to hunt down the
roaring dragons soaring over my
head. the body remains numb, the brain goes into
overheat and it’s fucking
alright. hours lost, minutes gained, the endless
pursuit of capturing the essence of
everywhere and nowhere is in
full swing and the veins already throb in
anticipation for the next penetration of the merciful spike.
George Gad Economou
Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou has a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and is the author of Letters to S. (Storylandia),Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books), and Of the Riverside (Anxiety Press). His words have also appeared, amongst other places, in Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Cajun Mutt Press, Fixator Press, Outcast Press, The Piker Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.