Bodies tremble
Like damaging earthquakes
Longin' jonesin' fiendin'
Rockin' back and forth
He was too young to remember
Too innocent unsuspecting
The pieces to his jigsaw puzzle
Hidden deep within
Only to be stirred up again
In later years by
Graphic movie images
Acted out on wide screen
Or 42 inch
Someone else's vision
That as a boy he lived
People of all ages all races
Crouched down in dark corners
Abandoned building
Filthy alleyways
Master bathrooms
Longin' jonesin' fiendin'
Pacin' back and forth
Eyes on the prize
They could find within
The cracks of the sidewalks
As they stumble along
In a zombie like state
Trying to escape themselves
Hiding from the rest of the world
With only the flick flick flickering
Blue yellow orange flame
Of a lighter
To show their ghostly existence
Attempting to erase the pain
But ironically only inflicting it
On themselves
Their loved ones
What's your weapon of choice
Be it the killers of pain
Left over from the injury
No longer ailing you
The libation that you sip
Hidden in that coffee cup or water bottle
Pipes to inhale fumes
Dollars rolled in tubes
When you snort lines off mirrors
Do you see yourself
Rubber tourniquets
Tying off the flow
Tapping on veins
Needles injecting matter
In its bubbling melted state
Off scorching metal spoons
Or bottle tops
Swaying back and forth
Passing out mid sentence
Catching a quick breath
Repeat and repeat again
Eyes rolled back so far
As if looking for the
Brain cells being burnt away
Fading into the background
Until the next hour or two
Until that next hit
Doing anything for that next hit
Money gone
Valuables gone
More brain cells and
More brain cells
All that's left to cell
Is themselves
Lost hours
Lost days
Lost friends and family
Broken homes
Broken promises
Locking herself in the bathroom
She hid it well
He didn't see the signs
Too young to understand the truth
Until watching these graphic movie images
Brought his kaleidoscopic memories
Back into view
And when the credits rolled
He saw her
His mother
The addict
