Penn State York

Day 534 by Matthew Jackson (Poetry)

Focused only on your words
like a narcoleptic insomniac
I rushed on,
through the pages
exhausted,
indignant that I hadn’t read your work
before.
Before I cut my teeth on hillbilly heroin
before I moved on up to the Devil’s dandruff
before I crash landed face first into an island of
tweekers, speed-freaks and a truly sick junkie
staring back in the mirror.
Maybe some part of my
soul could have been left
unsoured
uncompromised
unsoiled
unset to the cycle of
using,
using,
using.

Day 4305 was your milestone.
Welcome to Day 534.