Tagged: heroin

Dangerous Naivety

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Skipped drinking
Never could find a seat
At the bar
Skipped driving
Crashing everyone else’s
Car
The wrists barbed wire
Barbarous world
Convict the girls
If I grow tired
For the male empire
Masculine empire

If I fall
Just look away
Feel the shame
All damned day

If I break
Cherish what’s at stake
Don’t forget to take
What is made
Can’t forget to get paid
The shaking hand staid
Shooting up in the terminal
Flight delayed
Addictions relayed

The children crowd in suburban street
Plastic fork paper plate
Knights of the round table
The soft water burns the pores on my face

I love you most
Ensnared in your curls
The span of your Arms
And the world In Between
The cold sweats of hell
And the burning of thighs parted

Wide eyed

When the child asks,

Why must the dresses burn

And why must a love of literature

Turn me and my agency

To kindling?

Or any curiosity of a child

Wriggling beneath the surface

Just as entitled to the answers

As yourself.
It makes me nauseous too
The way they turn away
Disappointed

Like a disease
The gangrene up her arm
Severed above the elbow
To keep from spreading

Keep very still
Maybe they won’t see
The little creatures
Passing knock knock jokes
At the front of the bus
Their small signs of admiration
Their shadowed affection
Spreads like hellfire

A pleasure to the eye
But nothing “beautiful”
The words buzz like
Time
You get lost in a story
No
A government document
Pit filled, unedited dribble
Only to find you’re dissatisfied
When it ends
Looking back
At the camps
Fondly

Behind the Days Inn

In the cemetery of the youth
frantic junkies frisking
For the frequented fix

Body odor orgies
Wasteland ovaries
And spurting seed like
Northwestern rains

Motels rented by the hour
Where love can be
mimicked long enough
For neither to know
The cold reality

fairies
and Cinderella
are from stories
the desolate
create to delude
and lobotomize

But 12.50
a night
Is too costly

Crack rocks
Copulating in the dying grass
The same patch
On which
I was conceived

Hepatitis party favors
And needles passed around
Ancient family heirlooms
Tradition

We all shoot up with the same needle
That did in Grandpa
When he got wise
And noticed the hungry cats
In the corners of
Sterile hospital rooms
Doused in the gasoline of aging
Drifting from sappy faced reunions
Into the void

Love Seat

Junkie California coastals
Fuck on the tattered up
Couch on my porch

They don’t mind the light
From my burning cigarette
Or a hand down dirty denim

While they go at it
And at it
They cry out
To an impartial
Crescent moon

Sometimes I join in
They say that’s how I became
venereal vermin

But it was me
That did it to them

I’ve collected every disease
From the five corners of the world

I wait on a throne
Of the dead proletariat
the exclusive club
of people whose
genitals share the same rot

Meditation

Maybe Buddha is slouching over
A radioactive T.V. dinner.

Maybe you attain enlightenment
Through the meditative
Chewing of Styrofoam
That’s sustained you
For 8 years.

Maybe Jesus died
In the middle of an
Intravenous orgasm
Maybe the Dharma was carved
Into the bathroom stall
Of a whore house
Somewhere in limbo.