Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me. Listless but

relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage. Orphaned by an ambulance. I got

this new black eye just for you. Your hopeless romantic now helplessly

rheumatic. Poets grinding teeth to powder. All my vowels are getting lost in

the gauze. Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool. Here's

to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed. And maybe I'd object, if I felt

at all alive. Everybody is dying to lay down with you. I got the order all

wrong. I must have bumped my head. Maybe I should quiet down. Don't bet on

another blackout. I'll be all right. There's an army at my window waiting to

lose this fight. I'm the king of this all night clinic. The fucking

champion. Tonight we'll feast like royalty in traction; happy and

meticulous. There's a delicate love song in this; kicked out and dripping in

verse. Go get your gun because God won't show. He sent a poet instead. The

Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchausen by proxy

of a muse. Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it

for an outdated tooth.