He treats cocaine like a piece of ass
and love like a McDonald’s wrapper.
Shoving aside all knowing
pushing his shopping cart full of frustrated wishes
across the blacktop parking lot
in a headache heartache drama
frowning aerobically
lashing out at the damned hot air
bringing to bear an anger so seething
that it burns his hands
and he screams at sleeping demons.
He feels as if a prisoner in a filthy mansion
knowing all along that the door is wide open
you just have to pay the fee
but he jealously guards his money
it’s his soul after all
don’t you know.
His liver slowly dies a prolonged moan
his skin weeps his eyes narrow toward blindness
his knees cannot touch the ground
and his hands shake with sugar longing.
In a desperate search for manna
he steals the easy money
and begs and begs and begs
so humbled so well mannered
he will save the bald talk for the rush times
when all is fine heavenly
and he can say what he wants
fuck you I’m flyin.
And so forth…
I can’t help him
I stand at the sideline and watch
as the sublime angel becomes a sick monster
and the laughter descends from the upper deck
as he slowly dies a living death.
I flip a coin, wondering what his chances are
but he snatches it in mid air
and runs away laughing or crying
I can’t tell which.
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