You ease the creak that emanates from each joint
on my ivory clothed body
this pain, this life
you take the edge off of this steady aiming knife.
Blades dull & hands weak, we will draw no blood tonight;
no molly wrapped in old receipts or someone
fixing my yayo lines.  
I face today
through the haze
of all the years & tears
spent wasted
on all your lies
of yesterday