Living With Meth User(s) 3

Once (or maybe twice), I tried to smoke sugar on the off chance it was crystal.

Living With Meth User(s) 2

Part Two.
I cannot seem to not be struck by the poignancy of these times.
I am a witness to the life everyone believes I lead.
I'm not in that much a hurry to die, I think I would rather drink and smoke into a simpler time.
If I cannot hold open my eyes,
I may not have to be the pain of growing wise.

Living With Meth User(s)

Part One of a series of scenes I stumble across at home.
This dingo lives with two Italian men and a woman from Hong Kong who is potentially the most naive person I have ever encountered when it comes to drugs.
I do not participate in meth use (anymore) and have found it to be an insidious, terrible drug.
I do not want to watch my brothers die.

Nightly Disposal

Tonight, I saw my mum cry,
because she sees my addict,
who cannot adapt,
to Any sober stride of life
even though I tried -

But

when she cried,
she was drunk past the eyes,
and falling everywhere
and it forced me hard to care

and I go into my bed
to ponder if what was said
will be recalled tomorrow
hungover with sorrow

Or
if it will disperse inside the atmosphere
and My Lies can finally be clear
only to me, In my head
to dispose of instead.

Elusive Living

you know I'll probably stop on my own.
when Life finally eludes me,
and I tumble back home.

I came to hung onto the ceiling,
Cramping into Kneeling,
and Kicking a brain around,
this broken little thing I found.
It is not much,
but I should probably keep some for my own,
a piece of Life, to carry back home.

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I really don't have time for this,
see, I have a date with the veins inside my wrist.

so sorry that I need to dash,
I'm busy planning my relapse,
If this time I can't bring myself back,
know it was dignity I lack.

Just keep it in your stride,
as I burrow deep inside,
searching for something that looks like pride,
I really thought you would not mind.

Keeping This Bottle(s) Down

no one is coming to save my life.
But that's alright,
I've already done it twice.

Here we go
ninth night in a row
but then again,
wasn't that nine nights ago.

We Even Woke At All

Can you hear the junkies?
Padding down the hall
Can you hear the ankles pop,
can you feel the joints roll.

And I'll bet I know why,
they even woke at all,
If you're coming from a crawl,
It's just enough to score

You know,
I am almost sure,
That I left a bit more -
Tell me,
What is wrong
with scouring the floor.