After All Is Said And Done
Junkie
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I moved my life along shadowy lines
and now, here, bright sunlight hurts
my newborn eyes
I drifted here to the low longitudes
where dirt settles like in a fishbowl
tripledevils possess my every slow movement:
guilt, boredom, smack withdrawal
I'm crawling on the floor
in the dog days of a southern summer
solar winds blast from the west
no relief in sight
and at night dead stars drop from the sky
and fizzle out before my very eyes
and I,in my weakest hour,
I only remember what I want to
© 1997 by the author, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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