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Open your mind
To the blind – drug hunger
Hit hawkers cry
Acid e’s and whiz
Hash cake, hash cookies
Sweetmeats for the semiconscious
The hunger of dealers and users
The mute hunger of the curious
Joining in the subterranean chorus of need
The need
To be off it
Out of it
Cold scum
Filthy sky
Any where but planet I
Where mary jane waits with her arms open wide
And I
Sink with the rain
Beneath the pulse of the caustic bass
I stare past sockets where eyes have been
My eyes struck still by the slow moving grace of a smile.

 

By Carmen Thompson - Illutrated by Bob Milner