Mt. Olympus
At the seafood buffet
David Carradine opts for oysters,
dead by autoerotic asphyxiation,
his face is like a blue moon
as is Anthony Bourdain’s
(they often sit together
though seldom speak)
No one gets drunk
on Mt. Olympus
but everyone tries
“Have another!
Afraid you’ll wake up
having your stomach pumped?”
the vomit chokers cringe, Jimi Hendrix,
Jon Bonham, Bon Scott…
The only efficacious drug
is angel’s piss
but the high
is seeing everything
for what it really is,
“I won’t touch the stuff,”
says one and all,
“not on your life.”
Horror Sleaze Trash 