He took a backwards fall
Into the same shit-cycle of alcohol,
Ketamine, amphetamine,
Needles dull and unclean,
et al.

Passed out, lit cigarette,
Cools it off  with a Percoset,
Main-lines under the skin,
Pops another Vicodin,
Regrets.

He fades off, getting flaccid
But then those two-tabs acid
Hits him in his coke-shrunk dick
And he feels fucking sick.
Placid.

Puncture-point back-draw looks black and sappy,
“Cold blooded” he guesses, feeling scrappy.
Smokes some weed to cut it loose,
Ties another love-knot noose
And then,
– Dare we say it? –
He might just be happy.

 

 

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