Mapping Lines 1995


 It was about blazing

 the crystal- the ‘go fast’

   about pushing the envelope

  It starts when you think

you can stop

             Place the powder

on the mirror

      Drop the rock

in the pipe

     Click the flame


     Lock the hammer 

             Thieve and ride


I never met vice

     until I met me

             taken from my table

          to a cell

  where I shake in my waste

where tears

  are mapping the lines

under my eyes.