A Day in the Life of an Old Friend

[saw]

The anticipation is only surpassed
by the tar-drenched cascading smoke,
desperate lungs wait like baby birds
for mama to regurgitate the morning meal

evil ogre nicotine oozes
imbues each and every panting cell
tricks her weary brain into thinking
everything is alright, she devoutly believes

low tar and menthol are for pussies,
collateral damage is meaningless
to a daredevil who has seen the gates
of hell ajar, does not expect the sun to rise

each day, the whiskey is a balm to her
tortured throat, the awesome tag-team of relief
the soul drain of career, the body jabs
of family crisis, she can't remember

if the rye tastes good, or if her response
is just a cheesy reward for a rat in a drain,
"It's funny !"....Dr. Quack wont' inject her temples
with cortisone though he doesn't mind

" hooking up two-bit rock stars in search
of magic pills to get them going, stronger
fucking ones to make them stop, or what about
the fake-titted wannabe starlets

with their significant sugar-daddies that pull
the strings to ensure the smorgasbord
of brightly colored wafers for the zombie-fest
the birth of all-night nympho marathons,

a fucking boundless pharmacy for the moneyed
takers, the doc with the scruple
that cannot be seen with the naked eye",
my friend says that it's everyone around her

the reason she got this way, that hey c'mon
we all need a vice or two
a drag, a shot, a pinch,
a silent scream

[mnaz]

good god this is exquisitely depressing. what a write.
we run on some heavy fuel...

[constantine]

i want one of those brightly colored wafers and a ticket to the nympho-zombie fest!

[creativesoul]

mmmmm we must know some of the same people- i feel like i was there-in fact i feel like that sad desperate place watching as we struggle with our bodies
after years of abuse...
is something i am seeing more and more-
people i love that just cant do the work
would rather check out
or make you want to
abuse leaves a stain on a body
the lungs gasp
the heart breaks
we all die
but when we dream we feel alive, when we sleep we feel alive- confused about what is real often
choices for a better place
comes up in my face
peace
thanks for the inspiration- i needed it today!