BY J.D. CASEY IV
shaken and broken
in a filthy hotel
room
holding a double
barrel sawed-off
pile of cocaine
cheap wobbly table
empty bottles
dirty needles
piled
in the corner
like forgotten
trophies
living like this
can only drive you
insane
something you can’t
melt away
with water
to put in your
floppy celery
veins
but you feel
pure & free
