Rehabilitation

imagine they see me looking
at their spaceman passing over
it’s the CIA, re-tasked
to flush out the score
flesh out the poison
beam me up Scotty
Virgil, Alan or John
teach me a language
of international rescue

the next time I get high
let me get up real high
more glaring folklore
from the land than sea
white nodes of despair
skyward sunshade eyes
are pleas to those adrift
imagine their surprise
when they see me looking