Hooked Up

has new meaning
no new romantic interest
no darting glances
feigned disinterest

instead it is

a soft tapping on the hand
calling the vein to come forth
rise and receive
the drug of death
and life

the cadaverous pole
pendalous with breasts of plastic
prophylactic and poison
they dip and sway
and drip

a stream of unconscious
droplets of mortality
ponderously
yet inexorably
wend their way
through plastic walkways
into a darker terrain
to fight a battle
and win
and lose