The skag rushed to his brain
in a cosmic smash of
planets, high heels
and last night's dinner.
     "Sir..."
His world floated away
and his brain was empty.
He only knew the cool, calm
slam that took him to the heavens.
     "...sir,"
He slowly relaxed
unfurled his fist and
the needle fell to the floor with a 
'clink.'
He drifted toward the sun
unaware of everything and anything.
     "Sir..."
Suddenly, he was down,
and the hot, sticky air
pressed in on him like bricks.
He was standing now,
didn't know where he was
or where he had been.
Nothing registered in his mind.
He clutched the steel railing to his right,
his darkened eyes blankly staring.
People swirled around him,
busy in their nine-to-five schedule,
hurrying to catch the 1:05 train.
Someone grabbed his right arm,
and he barely felt it through
his heavy, black trenchcaot.
     "Sir, do you need to go to the hospital?"

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