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……