Me rushing
To gather poppers
; And refill my baby bottle with rum
I arrived to his apartment, he offered me a drink
I told him I had been drinking
All day, didn’t need more
He asked if I smoke that ghastly smoke or Bob Marley freedom
I declined,
Don’t really do drugs cuz it takes too long to come back
I believe addiction is fingerprinted, and I
Know my demons too damn well
Besides that wasn’t my high
I hoped this sex would be enough, but it never is
I told him to get naked didn’t like Kmart towel hiding my prize
Walked into his flea market apartment,
Four strangers slithering like sweat on athletes
Bed paused to welcome
I liked the smell of new
Could feel my heart applaud like a fat kid in a chocolate cake shop
The itch of dick filling my jeans demanding a pardon
I breathed in the naked seduction as I unzipped
Like a heroin addict freebasing burnet silver plated spoons
The smell of the compromised
Promised I could get off my bipolar mania
Sunday
Was coming
To an end and I couldn’t call into work
Again
Because the hunger hadn’t ended
I knew depression will spill
Waste on Tuesday
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