Poem -
CODEINE my little friend
toilets of grinning past
Prescription lists
taking prescription piss
out on varnished coffin lids
near where the coffee stains
framed in your yesterdays
crystal clear white sea anemones
while Alice in her wonderland
swallows with you
every plan
Shelves with vacant lodgers
unmade beds in lovers heads
rolling dice never are thrown
empty grief sleeps in a bottle
Rattling on a good day
echos when it is sad
pretty little pill
counted and still, im had
found myself covered in earth
breaching from this graveyard birth
a stone voice
offered the choice
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but I prescribe the prescription
life
just one more
DAY
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Comments
Brilliant, I know to well the feeling of a codeine day.Â
afraid me as well-thanx for comment
hope your well