The Perfect Drug

They say it heals all things those dealers known as “they”

That’s them, there…see em? Dangling on the second slow hand.

Doling out justice while examining all offenders.

Willy writes the slogans for their band.


Where are “they” when the pain won’t stop?

Why won’t they show you the plan?

The methadone is mean in Greenwich man

Represent you atomic never never land.

Indentured lovers lobby for raises

High on the thought of infinity.

Their hearts chained with keyless locks

Their thoughts reeling in rerun memory.

Damn that fucking drug.

You know the one.

The one that’s free but priceless.

The one you can’t own but you can use.

It won’t be kept, but can be spent

The one we treasure, waste, want and  abuse.

C’mon, you know the one

Vegas doesn’t have it.

The one that stops for no man.

The one that is everything,

The one that he promised he would always have enough of

Until he overdosed on its premature release.


Necessary Journey

Don’t obsess because it’s over again.

Don’t find stress where there is none.

The time, the situation, the duress

None of it could be overcome.

His life isn’t something you could live with

Your life was his with devotion.

  All the poetry, promises and plans were misguided

romanticized ideals, the Cancer of emotion.

His pride won’t let him show his loss

His machismo is chemically supported.

He’s surly, he rants, he’s a genius, he’s special

Self-absorbed, selfish and distorted.

Time is his biggest drug

He lives a life most would say is carefree

The alarm clock tolls for the responsible.

His alarm is that he has no sugar mommy.

YouTube, movies and books are his life

He’ll share a blip or two.  Or a

140 character rant when the liquor kicks in

Why would he need you?

Doesn’t he know he had it all?

Doesn’t he even care?

What the hell is the matter with me, opening my veins for him?


No one cares

No one cares

Someone cares.

Not him.