have
you ever found the morning waiting
for
someone other than you
the moment letting you actuate
the
moment that is due
molecules trapped by gravity
and
fashioned by its force
are freer than your addict flesh
craving
another course
the ducks that walk and geese that squawk
in
ponds and lakes and pools
bring beauty to the crumbs of bread
that
you just bring your drool
when i say you well i mean me
the
morning after liberties
are dangled in the addict’s mind
as
freedom he will never find
i argued how much i am free
until
i lost the only key
that would have once unlocked this
cell
the
money spent was not on bail
my third time reading Naked Lunch
heroin
is not my brunch
i swallow pills with whiskey white
higher
than a fucking kite
that’s still attached unto a string
i
salivate when the bell rings
i live just as i fucking want
cause
i’m controlled by all my wants
the batting coach told me to bunt
i
got confused and faked a punt
and now the gravity that laughs
at
everything it holds in grasp
is envious of what it sees
having
the power over me
i know i’ll die regardless still
even
if all the rest i spill
the picture cropped will never stop
the
pogo stick on which i hop
the addict’s joy is never found
with
both feet firmly on the ground
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