A Dragons Curse

You can tell by their faces The way they pinch together at the centre The furious swatting at invisible flies, Their gaze fixed upon mine; sucked in at the edges My mouth, puckered to their disgusted looks Over shoulders now walking away from Addiction that’s worn all over my face Creased against the oily smoke that Pours forth from nostrils; like a dragon spent And weak of flesh now Pondering a myth About man’s foibles My receptors feeding on pathways paved With a drug pushed to the limits of Social acceptance, yet realisation lurks At the edges, a cupboard full of promises Never opened… I carry on as before, smiling Through teeth stained with dependence Watching tendrils of smoke seek out other Shoulders wearing faces of disgust at a man Pondering a dragon’s curse 21 June 2015