Caffeine and Other Cardinal SIns

CAFFEINE AND OTHER CARDINAL SINS

BY ROSS BERMAN

I heard Run, and said why not.

American Dream: A skinny white mistress leaves me feeling all too pleasant. That's all I want. Just someone I can taste in my lungs, in my hair, my teeth, my lips; someone I can smell on the tips of my fingers.

I heard Run and said why not.

And I slept sound. 

I almost lost an eye to a Mexican block party.

I've been a good boy, I deserve control over how I feel.

Or whatever everyone else is having.

Purgatory: A clean bathroom floor on a bad night. Cold sweat, room spun and then some. Jesus freak still gets to ask questions. Feels like porcelain and smells like bile, peroxide.

And when my head swelled,

I heard Run and said why not.

And I was Lazarus.

Corned Beef Hash and Eggs go together better than Milk and Honey.

There's nothing like battery acid.

Tangy, pulse-racing, jet fuel acid.

Young And The Restless: Anything that should've died off years ago. Petroleum products, fossil fuels. A malt with two straws.

I carried a broken heart in a wounded knee for days.

I heard Run and said why not.

She threw herself at me and I yammered on.

Hydrate Naturally: Just because it's good for you, doesn't mean you know where it came from or that it tastes any good.

I kept walking until I could articulate properly,

up Lincoln, down Clark, down broadway

until the words were just right.

I blew out my knee.

I heard Run and said why not.

Light up.

Light up.