we are
what we feed
& I am pure blooded
envy
for those fueled only
by life
& not smoke or
liquor

I fear for those that
I love
who are drowning in
80 proof gasoline
& tumultuous dreams
of heavy rock bottom heights
they believe the elevator
only rises
but I watch them descend
into the dark
with bitter grins
bleeding teeth
& broken bottles

they were so happy to see me
but I ran for my life
far, far
from that wicked trailer
I don't even think they noticed
I had gone
away