adage

back when music was more than a memory

we drank in the silence of cemeteries

waves of urine washed white walled tombs

there was no need for dreams

this was the way life was suppose to be

 

adults had activated the zombie apocalypse

their suburban structures centered around a t.v.

while we left the urine soaked stones

to swim naked in the sea

 

we didn’t have a drug of choice

equal opportunity users

give each drug a voice

 

i recited Corso’s poetry

someone sang a rock n roll song

another claimed stigmata with a heroin needle

but ugly ducklings becoming a swan

is just a story

 

cats don’t try to be elephants

chipmunks don’t try to be trees

yet humans try to be something they’re not

in order to be free

 

yes, i agree

twenty-three, naked in the sea

was a pretty good me

 

and i never really stopped being a user

an addict will always find a way to feed their fix

 

let me say that again

 

an addict will always find a way to feed their fix

 

hopscotch and pick-up-sticks

are for the young at heart

wasted, for me, is an art

and my art consumes me

 

so i guess i am not human

because i am being me

i harvest after i sow

and the crop as you know

will always be the source of my nourishment

 

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