You stand there barefaced
with your mica eyes, your hair a mess,
you’re bored in aftermath of wasted wildness;
your fingers claw for hypodermic bliss.
Your lips in avarice sandpaper a plea;
and carve your craves for more amphetamine.
You beg and say: ‘Further down I cannot fall’
But even in dependence deep as yours
there’s the fourth rule of the addict
that below the bottom lies another bottom deeper still,
that even if you’ve drowned you can suffocate again.
So relent your reverie; that dopey smile
your zilch of bravery that made you once
to take those drugs that kept you thin.
I will you please
unswill and sober up; bounce back to past,
become again the sanguine you of yesterday
Remember that I’ve always kept the faded Polaroid
we took before you plunged into the tidal waves.
December 19, 2016