Ice Tea

Like every breath of sweet, polluted oxygen the nicotine staining my blackening lungs and the two hundred pain pills i consume to erase the throbbing like my unneeded pain, shocking me awake from my drowsy slumber the icetea i drowned in rather than fresh bland water and the munchies i inhale when the smoke is through my veigns like my four hour showers id gladly share to conserve swiming time for my fisheys my addiction to vanilla, butterscotch, hazelnut and old fashioned irsh coffie and the flowers i live in, so full of sweet sour pollen killing me slowly like the boy i once lived with, the guy i dreamt of, the man i loved, like you the things i need ---- need can i survive with out? ---- without? could i imagine that life ....id give it all up and die ---- all of it, every last drop of poison for the most important, most luxerious, most destituted creation on such a list and no, its not ice tea