Page 68 of Crank (Crank 1)

the world is such

a screwed-up place.

I needed food, sleep,

but the monster denied

every bit of it.

Playing wasted couch

potato was all that I

could ask for.

And more.

Fading speed buzz,

escalating alcohol,

it was all I could

do to stay upright.

So I didn’t.

Used Up

Burned out, adrift on a sea

of uncertain synapses,

a place where

your eyes

refuse to focus

and your brain

refuses to function.

Somewhere between

the transvestite

who slept with his

(her?)

mother’s boyfriend

and the perky

blond

(transvestite?)