in a hot wet city it could be new orleans or brisbane or houston or….
a thousand christmases open up …..
the warmth in the air
the constant possibility of storm
the imminent show
marijuana and caffeine
i stumble thru a market looking for gifts i never find
instead i meet Lung Wong who gives me a massage
after 5 minutes i say gimme an hour
he works my old carcass over pushing in the pressure points
i’m lying there listening to the drone of market conversations
a christmas choir on one side
a gentle blues band playing credence somewhere
the humidity with its sudden channels of cooler air
the old man works away and i submerge someplace so nice
well you wanna know what heroin feels like….? it feels like this…
the guy manipulates the points and the endorphins n serotonin come out
a relaxing massage says the sign
no it wasnt relaxing it was transcendental ….
i go deep somewhere delicious
i still hear and feel but from a great distance
detached …as grant used to say….so detached….
i drift in inner space
afterwards feel like i’m floating along
sixty bucks for that? christ its cheaper than the gear…
and no withdrawals and its legal
i go back to my lovely room n sleep listening to my tinnitus treatment
i wanna thank the good people in my life for a great year
they know who they are …the usual crowd….
the internet cafe i’m hanging at is about to shut down
it is chrissy eve after all here
me i got my music
we gonna spend a noisy nite togetha on the stage
2nd night sellout here in brissie
thank you lord thank you people
thank everyone for me