On Giving Up Heroin

On giving up heroin and all night long I danced with the crooked hand of death and the crooked hand of death danced with me back, one, two, three times a day, I took the meds and sweated blood then after a million years in a tunnel (not the tunnel of love) I learnt to dance a new jig… with new feet and a good body and a clear mind now I am a new citizen with a new coat and a new soul (my own) and a feeling good job and the rain comes with the sun and the brilliance of the countryside makes me tingle but this time not in the vein in my arm but in the free spirit inside of me and inside of them and inside of cornfields and deep, warm rivers and creeks and I’m free now ,my pockets full of crisp notes (and poetry) with a howdee doo dee apple pie good morning to you, under a sweet rehab peach melba sky!