Luck of the Draw
Addicts talkin smack…. Everywhere in this city….the smells of herb….blunts burning….kids will be kids…. Speedballs….k2…..poppers…..meth….scripts too….everything must go…..passing the savings onto you….. Skinny….strung-out…..talkin’…. mumbling…..yelling at the invisible behind corners….back alleys….the men’s room at Tompkins Square…Union Square….gotta dollar? She said my poetry was dark…..well…..it’s gettin’ pretty dark out here…..observe and report…..observe and report….that’s all a poet […]