almost there

[saw]

I need a booster shot
an ethereal hypodermic
about nine inches long
loaded with wonder drugs,
brain balms, sexy stimulants,
anthropoid analgesics, I need
hands-on-hypnotics
simultaneously injected
in a big WHOOOOOOSH
into each lackluster temple
so the metal tips cross
like therapeutic swords

I need a Buford Pusser-type
person to hit me good
with a 46 inch Louisville Slugger
lightning quick like I'm some kinda
hobo pinata, knock some fucking sense
into me 'cause the "regular" sense
won't be enough this time, neither will
the mid-grade sentrum silver either, No
I need the high-test shit tonight

I need someone to turn on the light
that doesn't merely shed itself around the room
making silly shadows, no I need the light
that orders renegade sparks to a mission to hell,
mission fucking impossible baby, a quest
to wake up a comatose citizen paralyzed
by his own lack of imagination

I'm almost there

[dadio]

Punchy poem that says it well.