The Addict In Me
THE ADDICT IN ME
A Blank wall
A blank mind
In the darkness of an alleyway.
Three people sit on fruit boxes.
A Girl, nineteen
A man , forty
And another man thirty something.
A large bottle of water and three glasses
The girl hunkered over a magazine
Cleaning Malawi Gold
Two cigarettes waiting to join the mix
Almost done
A three blade’er rolled
A broken glass pipe filled and pressed
Almost ready
Three pinks tonight
One each to share.
A fire in an old washing machine drum keeps us warm
Street lights cast shadows on a dripping wet tree
At the end of the alley
Chestnuts are popping in the fire
Its time to light up.
Elastoplast to cover your hand
The pinks are crushed
Sprinkled like icing sugar on top of Malawi gold
A box of matches and we are ready to go
Waiting for the rush!
A blank wall
A blank mind
That’s all you get from the bottom of a pipe……
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