Static Cling
Crack Head Blues
Flick, flick
Lighter flames char bottoms of copper spoons
Chapped white lips embrace burning glass
Hands shivering uncontrollably attempting to grasp elusive utopia
Veins dance jigs of freedom like slaves on Juneteenth
Live or die moments fueled by addiction...
She lays face down barely able to breath, gasping for air,
it was the third man in a four hour period; $20 a session,
the anticipation of nirvana is priceless, she, practically
lifeless, conserves enough energy to elevate bloody panties
to her naval, wrap her arm with rubber hosiery and insert
Nap time...
Flick, flick
Broken skin needle wounds still fresh
Puss leaks from openings slow like molasses
Eyes sunk deep similar to coach potatoes in recliner
Stench from hygiene abandonment reeks like Jewish holocaust
Die or live moments fueled by addiction...
Standing convolutions, bones riveting, separating cartilage
Third time in detox, 10 total, in six months, hunched over
Begging God to squelch the pain, sponge the rain-thunderstorm
which is rock cocaine, which is never-ending like children pretending
ruination linked directly to overdose of spouse, douse the fire
Flick, flick
Sweaty palms
Visible ribcage
Hair removing itself
Pre-phases of death
Flick, flick
Is there anymore lighter fluid in the paraphernalia drawer?
Flick, flick
Lighter flames char bottoms of copper spoons
Chapped white lips embrace burning glass
Hands shivering uncontrollably attempting to grasp elusive utopia
Veins dance jigs of freedom like slaves on Juneteenth
Live or die moments fueled by addiction...
She lays face down barely able to breath, gasping for air,
it was the third man in a four hour period; $20 a session,
the anticipation of nirvana is priceless, she, practically
lifeless, conserves enough energy to elevate bloody panties
to her naval, wrap her arm with rubber hosiery and insert
Nap time...
Flick, flick
Broken skin needle wounds still fresh
Puss leaks from openings slow like molasses
Eyes sunk deep similar to coach potatoes in recliner
Stench from hygiene abandonment reeks like Jewish holocaust
Die or live moments fueled by addiction...
Standing convolutions, bones riveting, separating cartilage
Third time in detox, 10 total, in six months, hunched over
Begging God to squelch the pain, sponge the rain-thunderstorm
which is rock cocaine, which is never-ending like children pretending
ruination linked directly to overdose of spouse, douse the fire
Flick, flick
Sweaty palms
Visible ribcage
Hair removing itself
Pre-phases of death
Flick, flick
Is there anymore lighter fluid in the paraphernalia drawer?
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 2:27:00 PM
Oh.My. God. In. Heaven.
You nailed the horror of addiction and all its ugly consequences. I shuddered at the incomprhensible demoralization
shown with your words of the nature of
the dis-ease. A tear falls as I offer a prayer to those in the grip.
Having had the privilege of not having to experience the effects of drug addiction in a very real way, I agree with magicalsis that this piece is on-point visually and idealistically with the battle.