To see the world through a haze of smoke
To see the dirt, the hate and the H
Under hungry, haggard finger nail
he’s choking (in) the street
he’s lying (in)to the street.
They stand around
Insectile, rolling withdrawal
Like the turtle crushed the world
Between his shell and the concrete
like a sigh, head hung low
deeply and profoundly insulted
your proudest, deceased relative
that’s all it was
but they hungered for it
clawing off his skin
decaying
tenderloin rack
stripped from the bone
penetrate, barbed cone
slurping marrow marshlands
just to prove
that it was the genes
that’s what made the addict
and that’s what made him weak.
Fingertips cutting off the circulation
one cigarette at a time.
Could I reach the page end?
before gnat beating
unconscious aortic corridor
gives out
