I trudge into the car, strapped in for the endless ride to holy Port Richmond
Every bump on the jagged pavement sending my ossified calves grinding into the strength abandoned springs once called a muscular system
My back too tightens and aches from the strain of countless confused strung-out marches through the hostile territory
Day after day, I slog through this no mans land, my addled mind quivering at the explosions of red and blue that scream past me, careening towards a different combatant stationed elsewhere in this weary battleground
From my metal shielding, I see the twisted shapes of my kin in their entrenchment, and I see the battle scars around the arms of the veterans, and I turn my stereo up to drown out their icy prophecies
The war torn ruins that rise from the rubble gaze upon me with a blank and pitiless stare, I feel their eyes, and the curses they cast upon me for turning these monuments of industry into headstones
Through it all, the machine gun bursts of thought that come rapidly through my mind in waves of intensity and emptiness, yet stay locked on my mission. My sole ambition
I push and push. Pushing until the agony folds upon itself and doubles as I approach my target, until the agony folds on itself and doubles as I wait at the rendezvous, until the agony folds on itself and doubles during the equally agonizing voyage home
And yet when I return my burden lifts
I gaze upon you and my focus shifts
For as your smoky embrace warms my skin
My muscles melt, a warmth grows from within
And when, sweet heroin, I feel your smile
I know the pain just makes your love worthwhile