http://timbarrus.tumblr.comas a chemist/ he transformed our bed/ o fugitive from justice/ burning banishment's lunatic asylums/ to sail steel seas at daybreak/ for death's grey land/ every molecule ecstatic/ the leningrad terrors/ our ideology a rendezvous in a hotel room/ it said sleep/ lean beyond the happiness of bloodshed/ we were in no need of food/ being fat could wait/ the hallowed ground of pills washed down/ vodka was the baltic sea/ the domain of stallions cooked more blind than i was/ a violetflavored sunburst behind my eyes/ a cult of personality/ between you/ me/ sex/ the walls/ the abyss/ the bait/ we took the warmer train to portofino/ the baltic had grown cold/ we were wanted there anyway/ and lost by wind/ the recipes for fantastic wings we might write upon the sky/ book after book of poetry we trashed/ there was no necessity for it/ writing poetry less intricate than making drugs/ those poems as ephemeral as an atom/ i do not remember a single one of them/ the chemist was a carnivore/ eternal peril a syringe/ the beach in portofino where the italian boys succumbed/ to the midnight seduction of the taste of an ancient whiskey that lingered on your russian breath/ Less