Twenty Fourteen
Knights of Cocaine
bleed into early
days with strangers
their exotic hides
educated accents
mysterious yellow
powders
in pouches
and narcotic
nightmares smear
into colorful
confirmations:
i succeeded in making
a beast of me;
speed and ecstasy and
this ghastly
revelation smolder
until familial
support appears
an apparition
driving me north
under blankets
under hard narcotics
the needles drop
the wax crackles
and shoulders
squeeze, release;
and also the thighs,
i realize on waking with
a text from you
its truly through
and the doctor
slides it in
expertly
my veins don't
yet recoil
its early
its warm
under the soil
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