Symmetrical parallel lines
running across the once upon a time tree
bleached churned pressed
can’t help me I
like an addict with needle and skag in hand
look over your shoulder
no one looking turn the corner
into some dis-used alley
or behind the green skip smelling shit
fuck it worth it
push him over
wait search his pockets
take the golden locket for the next hit
better walk further on
I grab the pen
and my vein the grey lines
I write ontop of
feels like a shotgun point blank
the ricochet hurts my foot
I grab and rub for relief
as the scarlet matter
burns my eyes unable to concentrate
a draft blows as if
through my head
putting my hand through my hair
warm pudding I feel as I scratch
begins to ache my stomach
skipped lunch