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Love and Detox
Late afternoon, November 15 my phone
Disturbed sleep sleep brought on by codeine
After the cat gashed my head
Into railroad tracks, after
Excess Novacaine swelled my face.
Lovely Julie was crying
On the line because she took $300
Loaned to her for rent and
Spent it on an eightball...
Baby snorted six grams by herself.
I cried too when she said
Nothing got her high anymore.
See, Julie burned a hole straight
Into her brain, and in our sorry
World where body's beauty is the one rule,
Fine white powder was far better fuel
For us, choice pieces of meat, than food
Or vitamins, or love...
Still, I have just kept clinging to
My poems, to novels written
By some other great mind destined to
Save me, say it's all right.
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"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
Stupid high
where did you go?
you used to be spectacular.
what happened to the parties and all of the glamour?
my pockets full
by T. Matzke
This is my poem to you, little brother
The first poem; the last poem.
The poem that says I don't want to cry for you.
You, with
There's No Turning Back
There was no turning back, I closed my eyes and let it take me
The memories of when I was me faded
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
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