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Note to a Crack Head
After you
kept the street awake all night
every night
After you destroyed
other people's mail
and transformed the garden
into a takeaway for rats
After you hammered nails
into the water pipes
hid knives under the doormat
borrowed the man next door's bicycle
and sold it
After you stole donation bags
from outside charity shops
to soundproof your bedroom wall
and gave my name to police
the last time they locked you up
After you painted
red clouds on the ceiling
monsters in the hall
and all the windows black
After you threatened
to burn everything
and kill everyone
because you thought
the world was a nest of spies
in the post war ruins
of your personal Beirut...
After that,
don't you think
it might be time
to quit?
Published 5th Nov 2011
| Edited 20th Oct 2014
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Anonymous
5th Nov 2011 5:36am
Good friggen point.
How many other peoples lives have to be disrupted before its time?
Well done Abra, this poem is well written and well to the point.
Blue Skies to you.
How many other peoples lives have to be disrupted before its time?
Well done Abra, this poem is well written and well to the point.
Blue Skies to you.
7th Nov 2011 8:57am
The scariest thing is that he'll move into a street near you next week and behave in exactly the same way all over again.
Appreciate your feedback, AliP.
Best ~ Abra
Appreciate your feedback, AliP.
Best ~ Abra
Anonymous
5th Nov 2011 5:49pm
A marvellously simple poem, conveying the delusions and excesses of the addict with cool precision. My favourite verse was the penultimate; you conceived and painted that schizophrenic fantasy with enviable skill. Thanks for the read, Abra.
7th Nov 2011 5:53pm
Thanks for your feedback, Jack.
It was an easy one to write, as every word is true!
It was an easy one to write, as every word is true!
