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Heroin F(r)iends for C.S.R. One morning I find my f(r)iends’ eyes are lead; That evening I pace in gullible love; Night falls, I find wished-on stars have fled. With intravenous need their hearts drop dead (The inward death boyhood knew nothing of). At daybreak I find my f(r)iends’ eyes are lead. The mind, encased in a darkening shed, Blindly estranges the sunlight above. The unlit night resembles my dread. From the pulse of my trusting veins they’re bled. Fitting like a vinegary glove, The needle transmogrifies their eyes to lead. Unforeseen fallout from the fountainhead— Drug-sickness, self-contempt, flesh grown mauve— Imprisons them. (The stars are dead.) Maybe if I’d not trailed their pitch-black tread My pyrrhic sobriety would be enough… One morning I found my f(r)iends’ eyes were lead And all the stars I’d wished on fled. gorriepoetry.wordpress/2014/07/06/heroin-friends/
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 17:04:47 +0000

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