Crave

Poetic piece (non-rhyming) in Bukowski style about drug addiction.

As eight-thirty
arrives
crashing through
the mental sound barrier
comes the
jangle of cell
keys

Immediately
CRAVE..
as the deer
pants
for water
so do I
pant
For repetitious smoking
and goofing
as these
are all
the tablet
provides

Comparable
to
Delirium Tremens
but without
that
nauseous
drunkenness
pervading
excruciating
feeling of
sanity

Cocos, kepak
or
whatever
other street name
they may have

Pure dirt
like mud thrown on a recently
lowered coffin.

Much the same
Effect
only slower
a
lot
slower
and a lot
more painful.

Almost
like heroin,
the proffessionals communicate.

That's what scares the living
daylights
out of me.
I want out of this
miry pit.

Seamas MacFhearchair 24-5-18