Sickboy

sickboy
struggles with the
hug
arms wrapped tightly
holding knees
close
fetile with a
groan
he says “it’s all
good”
thru the shivers
and creepy crawlies
72 hours passed
the pop
just waitin’ for
doc to come
through
it’s all china
white
but he dreams of
afganny black
tar

sun rises and
sun sets
find sickboy always
in the same room
circling demons and
cursing
one more call to
doc
if he don’t come
tonight
then laura b. nice
will swallow the
relaxers
sleepers
decrampers

sickboy studies his
rig waiting
like King Arthur’s
sword
to do another
round
but he doesn’t
feel like a
crusader
the war has been
lost in the
battles
everyday when
the sun cracks
the dawn
the call to
fix
a demand
worse than
scabbies
becomes a
neon billboard
too clever to
resist

spoon and
cotton
rubber tie-off
alcohol
wipes
and doc’s
medicinals
laid out
ritual-like
for the rush to
come

sickboy quits
every night
a whisper of a
promise
that evaporates
every morning
with the sun

J. Masuda © 2004
art
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Reply #1 Top
dude you got the monkey on your back and a stuck enter key too like that sucks and shit, dood...i seen it. Cool.
Reply #2 Top
I get the "monkey" reference, but I don't get the "stuck enter key" reference. Are you suggesting that I write too much about junkies and the life they lead? If so, so what? What's your point?