To My Hood Friend

I FEEL SICK! I FEEL slick! I deal sufferings! i heal the suffered- my dear friend all is owed to you, all is because of our first sparks, all is because of out lost joys- the absolutes you dealt me left me knowing the truth, clinging to it like a life line to bring me "home"- all the thoughts we had turned into lies for whatever reason-we let them. now i just write this sill poem to keep from imploding to you all is owed-dw