drugged and driven

by helinabucket

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-01-20 00:24:00

lost in space minds erased blank obsessions
a child’sconfessions
Help
I need a miracle,
four hours past our time
yay yoe
not really my way though
a small step off the mark
suddenly it’s dark
you’re alone and
time won’t stop
twenty four and fifty more
but the score ceased to be even
once it was me on me
then BLAM!!
A son a ggolen one to love and cherish
and neurotically defend amidst a
well hell you all live here too
what do I do?
I can’t even quit smoking buts
despite serious effort and love
I can only describe as Fatherly.
but the drugs
Im not a junky or anything
but now and then
I like to get “reeeeaaaallll fuckin high on drugs”
[Walter Riley] I believe.


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