Going Going Gone

Going Going Gone

Going through it
All alone-I wish-
Encircled by friends- I wish.

Going through it
With pills and swills
And conscience numbing bumps.

Going though it
In the absence of the void:
Stone cold unstupored.

Going through it
Without scapegoat Autumn
Or Spring or Winter or Summer.

Going through it
Cherry-robbed then given then sold
To nameless, soulless bodies that I love.

Going through it
Saving one piece for myself
One last juicy bite-
For me.