Speed Junkie’s Carousel
the sun comes up
as I fall deep down into the rabbit hole
of drunken stupor
at the crossroads of my soul.
Let me sleep, devil!
I’ll take a ride on
the speed junkie’s carousel
behind closed eyelids
and wait for
the hellhounds to start chasing
me through the day
towards my misery
and the next drinks
with the devil patiently waiting.
