"Dad" An Addict's Life

Our poor dad, he looks so frail
It really is such a shame.
His mind is now gone,
He doesn't even know

"dead ends"

what was it like to sleep with
your head on subway stairs and
your hair tangling with the days
unwashed
skin hugging

Now you'll want, but you won't need.
Now the fight begins.
The dark inside wants to reclaim you.
Now we'll see who wins.

Draw

Gone Again

So, again you're gone from my life,
gone like a thief in the night.
You get to hide in numbness,
I get to live with

WASTED GIRL

She stood outside the motel room,
her head resting wearily on the door.
Her skin was pale and blue-veined,
and her