Comedown

Coming off a two-week binge
Don't wanna come back down
To "reality"
that doesn't feel as real to me
As the drugs, the music, the love
the cuddles and group hugs and
dancing in front of a projector screen
while the bass pounds out a sick beat
watching the gyrating shadows
realizing that sexy figure is
a reflection of me.

The hedonistic partying
the glamour, the substance abuse
I feel more intensely alive
than anywhere else, ever before
ever even imaginable
to the majority of the population.
The thought of school, work, daily drudgery
stabs a wrench into my heart
a wrench of loss, of wasted time, of faceless lifeless
paperwork prison
in a cold dry subarctic wasteland
where the sun goes down in late afternoon
and everyone I love
leaves when the leaves themselves
start to turn.