The Sky

I'm woke up sad today
As usual
So I took too much ecstasy
Now I'm in my kitchen
Naked as the day I was born
Rubbing ice cubes on my nipples
And up and down and all around
My beautiful emaciated torso
Not an ounce of fat there
My pale face is flushed red
My nipples are on fire
But the ice is helping
The ice melts on my radiant skin
That is at least 40 degrees to the touch
Scorching
My pupils are dilated
My iris is ancient history
I'm high on ecstasy
In my kitchen
My cat is looking at me
She can see in the infrared like the predator
She sees my heat signature
And she is confused
Because usually I'm just kind of orange
But now I'm yellow like the sun
Hot like fire
Outside the world goes on as usual
But I'm in my kitchen
High on ecstasy
Rubbing ice cubes on my nipples
And listening to In The Bath by Lemon Jelly on repeat
What do you do, in the bath?
What do you do in your kitchen?
I'm in my kitchen
High on ecstasy
Rubbing ice all over my body
Over my shoulders
My hair tied up with a black thong
On top of my head
I can see a guy shoveling snow
Taking care of business
But I'm just high on ecstasy in my kitchen
With my cat and my music and my ice cubes
Sweating like a slave in chicken coup
And it's all good in the hood
Because I'm high on ecstasy
There is no spoon