Focused only on your words
like a narcoleptic insomniac
I rushed on,
through the pages
indignant that I hadn’t read your work
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
unset to the cycle of
Day 4305 was your milestone.
Welcome to Day 534.