Needle Tracks

 

my dealer’s gone away

no more searching the streets

for a new hit

my needle blunted

gathers dust

and my addiction wanes

but there are times

where the craving gnaws

at my insides

where the itching

and scratching

for ethenyl

screams at my psyche

 

until I have that fix

my turntable spins

a lonely revolution

and replays

memories

of past

highs

 

no

need

for

 

Heroin

Mescalin

Valium