Friendship…

You run me down behind my back,

and think that I don’t hear.

You’re living in the world of crack,

there’s no ‘forever’ there.

Clever only lasts so long,

then cockiness sets in.

Canary’s live to sing a song,

and luck always wears thin.

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I’m breathing today…

Don’t fret about me,

I’m doing ok.

I understand that you’re worried,

but I’m grieving my way.

I need to keep busy

or my thoughts start to stray,

I’d sit and dwell if I let me,

but coulda, shoulda won’t pay.

Drugs are a blessing

I’ll damn well numb what I may,

Take a walk wearing my shoes

before having your say.

I understand that you’re worried,

but grief is different each day.

I love you for caring.

I’m doing ok.

I might be rude, but my manners are not.

I’m high as a kite and can’t stay on track.

There’s so much I could be doing, and I’m trying to do it all…

Sidetracked again…

A trail of mess behind me.

The fire is roaring,  and I’m shedding more and more clothes.

The view is great from up here on the ceiling…

Bouncing around in circles,  floating, flying, twirling.

Eyes watching me from the wall.

Mary-Jane calls me to sit down with her, to sit and twist…

I would be rude not to.

And would I like fries with my order?

Why yes, yes I would.

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I can’t help but wonder…

Do you like knowing that I’m stuck here?

Do you like it that I miss you?

Do you like to keep me waiting for you?

Do you like my loneliness?    Do you even notice it?

Do you think about me after you leave?

Do you miss me?

Do you go out of your way to make time for me?

Do you take me for granted?ImageImage

Enjoying the simple pleasures…

I get to leave my gilded cage tomorrow.

For three whole hours, I can go out and see…Image

Six months have passed since my lock was put on.

Tomorrow I’ll remember ‘free’.

My hangover…

The best thing i can do, is have a beer, and a snort.Image

A bag of white lies…

The thrill isn’t thrilling.

I’m not feeling a buzz.

I’m sick of you trying to rip me off.

I hate the shit that surrounds you – the people aren’t real.

I can tell you’ve been cut, and you won’t ever heal.

Your murderers should be shot.

I hate what people will do for you.

They’ll do it for me, but because of you too.

I like monkey shadows,  and the noise in my ear,

the pole dancing pig with her laugh that I hear…

Down deep in my heart, the truth I do know,

I need a small break, but I  don’t want to let go…images (6)

Money talks…

A chick I know has just turned up on my doorstep – says she’s “broken up with her boyfriend (she says that weekly)  and can she “please Nike a bag to celebrate?”…

I guess now she’ll wish she hadn’t fucked me around those times in the past…  Besides, I told her last time, when I finally tracked her down, that it wouldn’t happen again…   And I meant it.

C.U.N.T !!     Image  Cash up no tick.

Crab apple jelly, and a snort…

It’s a cold sunny morning here and I’m craving delicious homemade crab-apple jam on toast .

I’ve got a busy day ahead, and the little bag on my dresser waits patiently while I eat…

I’m ready to get cracking now, and my nose tingles with anticipation.

…and UP she goes  ..    Owww    Oww…   OUCH!!

I feel the effect immediately – What a rush!!!

My toes start tapping while my nose runs.

Mimages (6)y head is Crystal clear.