A Junky Ending
Staring through a sea of grey topcoats with no features
Wanting a moment of silence, a cold one, a warm one, or no one…
You proceed to the agreed upon corner
Shaking hands with someone you don’t know,
Retrieved is the baggy of indiscriminate relief
Like a pinball machine, you go off, lit up.
The one day you are too much
Taking one dose too many,
Frothing at the mouth
Doing the no doze Charlie on Delancey street
Gyrations to a sun god that has betrayed you so many times.
Fornicating with myself in the Port Authority restroom
That’s how I wanted to be remembered,
Just how I lived.