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!
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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