A Man With A Lot To Part

Blood red
&
Needle
Bruised
Blue

Corner
String
Strung
Out
Looped
Around
A
Mans
Bare
Burdened 
Hips

Desperate
To
Feed
His
Bodies
Insatiable 
Need 
For 
A
Fix

Its
Nearly
Six

Two
Years
A
Month
&
Some
Odd
Days
Later

I
Feel
His
Feeling
Of
Emptiness

Though
I
Have
Suppressed
The
Breath
Of
The
Beast

I
Remember
Two
Years
One
Month
And
Some
Odd
Days
Ago

When
I
Would
Drop
To
My
Knees
Screaming
Obscenities
Because
My
Veins
Had
Become
Tired

Tired
Of
Being
Stuck
With
The
Sharp
End
Of
A
Stick

May
His
Next
Prick,
Be
His
Last
Prick

May
He
Find
Another
Way
To
Get
Past
This
Sin
So
Sick

May
He
Get
Himself
Fixed;
&
May
He
Do
It
Quick