5:56 am tweeked, cant hit my veins I am shaking so hard from the coke, no benzo will help only a strong opiate.

Drug sluts all around wanting some thing.
Ballooned veins, missed shot madeness, rub it in.
Burned fingertips because you cant put the pipe down.
Stupid ass dumb shit.

Rake my crumpled body up with the cracked autumn leaves
Burn it and let some young kid smoking pot outta a pop-can smell my ash.
Hopefully it will spark a nostalgiK meaning for him, because its is all a puzzle with many missing pieces for me. What are those missing pieces…? and where did they go…? Is it in those days I dont have a sticky green bud in my coin pocket or heroin, coke, pill doper, methadone drinking basically insane mental, posssibly OCD, bi-polar, FREAK.  I gotta pop Mothers little helpers before I even need help, the delay in onset can mean a needle in my arm or a relaxing afternoon.

Hot late summer evening, smacked up and relaxed drinking hot chocolate with 3 sugars wearing a sweatshirt and watching the sunset into a palet of relaxation, my girlfriend begging for sex, I am to engulfed in the beauty of nature to care right now, maybe later honey, I dont feel like it, sorry.

19 yr old girls that purposely bend down in front of you showing of their ass, if I wasn’t so geeked off the nightmare of the dark cloud of insecerutiy. I woulda stopped those nice, innocent young cocaine non-stop talking mouths and stuff um fulla my cock or something like that. Weed huh, Blue label pour me a drink…

Lick, suck, fuck my dicks not hard. Why dont you suck on it for a bit, what pills are in your pocket and pass the remote while your at it?

The old New Balances hit the wet pavement and slowly shake and shuffle back and forth, as his hand extends the foil packets get delivered to there target. Bombs away…. Ahhh we got a miss-fire, you stupid fuck. Blame it on the traffic, blame it on the shitty tie-off with the seatbelt, blame it on the dull needle, shit blame it on me, but don’t blame your habit on me.

Wrapped up warm, waiting for the day when the blanket gets ripped away and forced to sleep on cold broken (probably like your mind) concrete again. Lick the sidewalk you like that, drool like the fool you are? Go masterbate on the public drinking fountain. While I take a pill, get stoned, and think about some girl in pigtails, multi-tasking.

Drugs my inner mind loves, the crack of the old oak tree, lick my face and sucka my balls. Man I am bored and tired of my girlfriend and drugs and endless miscellaneous bullshit. I am so addicted to the lifestyle of abuse, chemical that is. Cold hardened idiot, dope fiend, jail pasty boy, lunatic, or just the new messah to usher us into the the next decade of shit. Chicago has offically de-criminalized maryjane, about time. Bring on the medical marijuana next damn it. I’d rather smoke a joint than endlessly pop colored pills. Heaven forbid our govt. does something constructive.

Your face is pale it the opposite of that blottly injection on your forearm you just missed. itchy, itch rash.  They don’t call it the 1/2 hour rash for no reason. Does it matter though becasue your high and you could give a shit about a blotchy injection site. God I could ramble about stuip shit all night but I need to packer up, swing for the fences, fall down and just stare at the stars… not rock-stars not trax-stars, but outerspace shit. You know like when you were 15 yrs old droppin a postage stamp of grade A, blu blotter on your tongue having the whole world figured out, bliss in a hot-tub under the harvest moon

Silver space ships flying accross the sun,
what neil young?
I am perpetually young
forever young or forever insane or insanely stupid

No matter as I am not strung out today, I am saddened by many things I wont get into but what has become of me? Where did my dreams go when I was smacked out for 15 yrs. Is it all a big joke or is a planned event?  I’ll pray the rosary tonight, maybee a shaft of light will shimmer into my window…

Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine
My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin’ slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go
Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where not to go
Chicago, a prophet on the burning shore
Chicago, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine