When he wanted a fix
Or money for a fix
It was to your handbag
He went first; he'd root through
It like a pig searching
For wild truffles, and he
Wasn't gentle in his
Search either, grabbing you
Tightly, trying to pin
You down, especially
If you tried to hide your
Bag behind your back, then
He got really rough, and
All your love/hate for him
Surfaced like some waking
Cat and you'd pounce at him
And the struggle'd begin
And the whole block knew all
About it and the air
Was blue with language of
A kind your mother would
Never use even on
A bad day, and maybe
Then he'd get the handbag
Open and he'd root through,
His eyes large as an ox
And his tongue hanging out
The side of his mouth like
Some stupid dog and you
Knew him then as a dim
Specimen of all men,
He was a degree course
In men logy and
You had the knowledge in
Each pore and tissue of
Your body and mind and
You'd stand still and watch him
Shaking your head, wishing
To Hell, he'd take his last
Drugged up fix and be dead.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
When he wanted a fix
Or money for a fix
It was to your handbag
He went first; he'd root through
It like a pig searching
For wild truffles, and he
Wasn't gentle in his
Search either, grabbing you
Tightly, trying to pin
You down, especially
If you tried to hide your
Bag behind your back, then
He got really rough, and
All your love/hate for him
Surfaced like some waking
Cat and you'd pounce at him
And the struggle'd begin
And the whole block knew all
About it and the air
Was blue with language of
A kind your mother would
Never use even on
A bad day, and maybe
Then he'd get the handbag
Open and he'd root through,
His eyes large as an ox
And his tongue hanging out
The side of his mouth like
Some stupid dog and you
Knew him then as a dim
Specimen of all men,
He was a degree course
In men logy and
You had the knowledge in
Each pore and tissue of
Your body and mind and
You'd stand still and watch him
Shaking your head, wishing
To Hell, he'd take his last
Drugged up fix and be dead.
An old poem. Written in 2010. The subject is pretty much obvious. I felt strongly about the subject matter at he time.
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