groundhog day

Sometimes

I cant stand

to sit

still

and I want pot

or speed or

coke

mushrooms

acid

meth

beer

whiskey

blood.

A desire that nags

at the back of my head

always whispering

and urging

scurrying

over my brain

like ants

on

candy

cutyourselftattooyourselfdrawyourbloodtakesomedrugsfucksomeonekillsomeonekillyourself

all day and all night

relentless

indefatigible

until I

close my

eyes

 

 

Backslider

“I’m sorry”

he said.

“I wont do it
 again.”

He lays his head

in my lap

from the drivers seat.

He drives aimlessly

and stumbles on

some basement

church service

and he drags me in

desperately.

We sit on

folding chairs

and he cries

like a baby

and I stare

in wide-eyed

amazement