words from the down side

   
   
for a junkie    
   
  no high is ever
          high enough    
   
not the sky    
  not outer space    
   
not passing by heaven    
  and handing God a tissue    
   to wipe a tear from his eye    
    for what a junkie does to life    
   
a junkies brain consists    
       of poisonous spiders    
        crawling over electrified    
  barbwire    
   
it goes on day after    
     self murderous day    
   
addiction shows no respect    
to the body,    
                soul or    
                      mind    
   
doesn't care about    
          safe places or    
               sacred spaces    
   
classrooms    
     become a    
       clown show    
   
family dinners    
  become WW I    
    trench warfare    
   
holidays    
  become    
   hollow days    
   
but now it    
  is forty-three    
                   years    
                       later    
   
insanity turned    
   inside out, upside    
           down, washed,    
              rinsed and dried  
                cleaned with intent  
                  and bright shining  
purpose  
 
  all brought about    
   by one simple plan    
      for an undeserving    
             ass hole like me  
   
let go and    
       let God    
   
I think I will step  
 outside and watch  
          the miracle of    
             a sunset now