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Just Saw...

A new guy check in. Tall,
built, with a way fine face,
and acting too tough to tumble.
He's a nutshell asking to crack.
Wonder if he's ever let a guy
touch that pumped-up bod.

They gave him the Redwood
Room. It's right across
from mine-The Pacific
Room. Pretty peacful in
here most of the time, long
as my meds are on time.

Ha. Get it? Most of the time,
if my meds are on time. If you
don't get it, you've never
been in a placelike this,
never hung tough from one
med call till the next

Wasted. That's the only way
to get by in this "treatment
center." Nice name for a loony
bin. Everyone in here is crazy
one way or another. Everyone.
Even the so-called doctors.

Most of 'em are druggies.
Fucking loser meth freaks.
I mean, if you're gonna
purposely lose your mind,
you want to get it back some
day. Don't you? OKay, maybe not.


I Lost My Mind...

A long time ago, but it
wasnt exactly my idea.
Shit happens, as they say,
and my shit literally hit
the fan. But enough sappy
crap. We were talking drugs.

I wont tell you I never tried
crystal, but it really wasnt
my thing. I saw enough
people, all wound up, drop
over the edge, that I guess
I decided not to take that leap.

I always preferred creeping
into a giant, deep hole where
no bad feelings could follow.
At least till I had to come up
for air. I diddled with pot first, but
that tasty green weed couldnt drag
me low enough. Which mostly
left downers, "borrowed" from
medicine cabinets and nightstands.
Wherever I could find them.
And once in a while-not often,

becuase it was pricey and tough
to score-once in awhile, I
tumbled to low, took a ride
on the H train. Oh yeah,
that's what I'm talking about.
A hot shot clear to hell.


I Wasnt Worried...

About getting hooked, though
I knew plenty of heroin addicts.
I didnt do it enough, for one
thing. ANyway, I figured
I'd be graveyard rot before
my eighteenth birthday.

It hasnt quite worked out
that way, though I've got
a few months to go. And
once I get out of here, I'll
have a better shot at it. Maybe
next time I wont try pills.

I mean, you'd think half a bottle
of Valium would do the trick.
Maybe it would have, but I had
to toss in a fifth of Jack Daniels.
Passed out, just as I would
have expected. What I didnt
expect was waking, head stuck
to the sidewalk, mired in puke.
Oh yeah, I heaved the whole
fucking mess. Better yet, guess
who happened by? You got it.
One of the city's finest.

Poor cop didnt know what
to do-clean me up, haul
me in, or puke himself. So
he did all three, only dispatch
said to take me to the ER.
Hospital first. Loony bin
later