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< heroin >
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watching Mike
late at night
Fort Bliss
our barracks
the vacant sergeant's room
his face
in the light from his candle
(a Virgin Mary votive from
a little shop in Jaurez)
holding
his tiny Pyrex beaker
over it
"majored in chemistry", he says
dissolving his heroin
Jeff and i bum a little
roll it into our joint
(the grass we get down here is so poor)
the brown powder makes the joint sputter
(but it works just fine)
the vacant sergeant's room...
i come here to sit, to write
to fuck some guy i met at the PX
to come down from acid
to listen to Jeff play his guitar
(his hands, his fingers as they move)
to watch Mike
slowly
carefully
dissolving his heroin
- - -
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watching Mike
late at night
Fort Bliss
our barracks
the vacant sergeant's room
his face
in the light from his candle
(a Virgin Mary votive from
a little shop in Jaurez)
holding
his tiny Pyrex beaker
over it
"majored in chemistry", he says
dissolving his heroin
Jeff and i bum a little
roll it into our joint
(the grass we get down here is so poor)
the brown powder makes the joint sputter
(but it works just fine)
the vacant sergeant's room...
i come here to sit, to write
to fuck some guy i met at the PX
to come down from acid
to listen to Jeff play his guitar
(his hands, his fingers as they move)
to watch Mike
slowly
carefully
dissolving his heroin
- - -
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