Synthetic Ecstasy
by

They sprawl on the embankment
and watch the chemical fireflies.
The leeches and the rotten smell
don’t disturb them,
for *MDMA gives them wings.
Each dismay disappears
in the artificial exuberance.
Unlike their parents,
they can extinguish
the day-to-day embers.
The celluloid world they create
is certainly transient.
They loathe wedding.
Love is lust for them.
A barren existence.
Even a wasp vanishes,
performing its duty on the earth,
but they hunch
in the nucleus of hallucination.
In the horrible quietude,
their cruel thoughts
multiply like viruses.
The cold-blooded brutes hatch out
of their stupor
and skulk in the chinks of society.

From the latest issue of The Literary Hatchet

*MDMA is a synthetic drug.

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