heroin

heroin,

you are a horrible fucking devil that

should have died in infancy

you should have been aborted,

carved out with a hot knife

on a hot day

but you found some boundless way

to be brought into the world

and left to make your way

as history tells

wright was wrong

but hindsight being what it is

you are here and a hellish creature

your name echoes with the cries of unfed, dirty babies

and useless zombie landscapes in

filthy fucking rooms

soiled and rotten

with the carnal collateral damage

of your feral appetite

and not forgotten

you have crawled so sharp into the veins of an entire generation

and stolen mothers away to

prostitution before our eyes

and you have stolen an old friend

years before the reapers list

by introducing him to your sweet

diabolical mistress,

methadone,

the harlot of the weary weak

sleep and heavy eyes

she was in the car the day he died

along for the ride

she was giving him head with her

soft and slender lips

and he was closing his eyes in ecstasy

another familiar cousin

that he had known before

he hit the wall

and scraped the bottom of the

dark and sour barrel

full of pestilent viral poison

it was hell to watch the uncontrollable spiral

that he slowly threw all of his life in

i had seen his itching moments

and i had watched the deceitful dragon

crawling up around his arm

sound the alarm

before the end of the credits

at least ring one out

like a piper on the dawn

another lonely song

for another man

laying down beneath the

soft and mossy ground

i hear the sound

of all the years he could have had

maybe good and maybe bad but

now we’ll never really know

and now he’ll never get to go

and follow some silent ambulance down

on the day a child might just arrive

and when he could hold him in his arms

years from the bought and borrowed time

when he could run but couldn’t hide

days when he could finally stand in stride

a stronger man to make his life

and keep it evermore

but no, this terrible whore

this sudden thief into the day

the breaking light that dragged away

the pieces of your gentle heart

and tore the plan apart

it blew my mind

the transport there without one side

just a million dusty spots there

strewn all over the old route nine

like some illusion so refined

the magic words and disappeared into the

sharp and strong sunlight

had you escaped into the hills

like houdini but no reveal

and we are all just waiting still?

for that moment where the curtain

lifts and you arise

but it’s not real

real is the tearing sound it made

and shearing metal

the crushing blades

and the smell of gas and oil

blackened, spoiled milk for the veins

and all the things, heroin, that you take away

if i could have torn you from the

womb in which you grew

i would not hesitate

bare hands or a coat hanger

whatever it would take

you are the worst thing

ever brought into this world

the funny thing

is that your mother thought that

you would be the cure for many things

like pain and rage

but turn the page,

you’ve been a sociopathic psycho

murdering in your infancy

and now you are the best

serial killer

in the history

of this awful world

and i have a bullet with your name on it

if i can ever get you in a room

or a dark alley

for taking my friend

who had so much more

life

ahead

of

him