"The Needle" by "Robert Service" but probably by Ken Kesey

First, brothers and sisters and spirits of our sphere,
I wish to make one thing perfectly clear;
During these last ten turnings of a year
I have been
Jacked-up, jerked-off, brought down, strung-out,
And I’ve
Holed up, come on, cooled off and hung out,
And I’ve
Rushed and flashed and flushed and twitched
And I’ve
Sniveled and snorted and bellowed and bitched
And I’ve
Been spaced out atoms in the heartless void
And a slightly-plotted tightly-knotted paranoid,
I’ve watched friends grin goodby as I spiraled down the drain?
I’ve had doctors shake their fingers at the fungus on my brain;
And I have called, friends and doctors, oh I have roared out my soul
From the compass busting bottom of the false magnetic pole,
But it was a place beyond friends or medicine’s reach–
A senseless 3-D cry from a binary breach–
And the heartless void can listen but doesn’t seem to care
And my call was never answered until the needle turned to prayer.

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Posted by Jeremiah Walton on October 12, 2012

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