#184 (white fog)

betrayal

the soft embrace

of sinister substances

dampening my pain

and everything else

a sharp aching

becomes

a dull throb

barely noticeable

my body relieved

my liver is not

the path  slippery

the border to

addiction

wide-open

always a choice

and I keep

forgetting

how pain really feels

my mind lost in

a white fog

20th November

 

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#88 (seven stops)

street
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

trapped

between disgust

and compassion

watching him sway

and spray

his heavy perfume

of sweat and booze


the girls

with the pigtails

bags full of trash

disguised as dresses

princesses

of fake silver

and fake smiles

wrinkling pink noses

not fake

yet


the guy

with the wavy

black mane

changing seats

in a  rush

one hundred and seventy

strokes of the brush

to tame it

and keep it

that shiny

I guess


and still

my brother

always one bottle

to kill

the only thing

he used to remember

 

 

 

 refill.

his nose

glowed like

Rudolph met Tina

in her usual demeanour

and high as a kite

she was

ugly

but bright


*16th December 2016