Hey You Junkie!

Blurred eyes and furry tongue

Crying like a true artist

Sawdust stretched across the skies

Thoughts scratched across your face

Where is your wife?

Who stole your children?

Your brick-heavy head

Lies dead on my sofa

Dreaming of methadone martyrdom

And fields made of needles

And wishes that betrayed you.

Hey you junkie!

Get you some civility

Don’t bribe me with Ginsberg

And his strange words that still my centre

Revealing the coward in me

The full-time fool

Stop crying about your wife!

You’re an ugly turtle and

This whole world is your zoo

The benches are all empty

And the skies are way too full.