Gabby

On methadone you never say, ordinary’s too much like lazy, there is always a train, a thought gone past eight, that brings blissful eternity, making you find ways to pay, stations or runways, don't affect me really, only a silken burning rage, barbiturates are not the same, when you look out and see, faces on the subway, . doctors nod you need to stay, work the weaning steadily, don't jerk around like freight, who cares about family scrapes, I never meet their needs, who has the right to state they’re better off without me ?