Oooh you're a naughty mess

must quit/ woke spitting blood again this morn, product of a pint of g&t, a bottle of brandy, 4 cans of k, 2 bags heroin, two rocks and a multitude of cigarettes/ i just derive so much fun therefrom/ i've now a regular rock guy at the end of the road, and the rock is good/ plus excellent smack from my usual guy across the park/ shot through with fear of getting trounced last night i swore never again/ waking this morning dehydrated and poisoned i shrank in fear from myself/ now i'm up and a little more robust i'm scheming/ it's occurred to me that all i do is driven by a restless and misdirected intelligence/ well off for eggs benedict, so out...