I am in love with the IV pumping Demerol in my arm
drip
floating in the sky
drip
not a bad place to be
drip
no cover charge
drip
no minimum
drip
no drug dealers to fear
drip
the hospital walls closing in
drip
my day starting and ending at zero
drip
it’s got me
drip
hospital junkie
drip
moaning in rhythmic pain
drip
to Beethoven’s No. 5
drip
give primal-like screams
drip
nurse ignores
drip
fucking Florence Nightingale
drip
says “I only have two hands”
drip
tell her” I don’t want you to jerk me off”
drip
“just more Demerol”
drip
“ to stop the pain in my knee”
drip
“and deadly thing called living”.
no visitors
drip
not that I want visitors
drip
only want to know I exist
drip
I am not a William Burroughs Junkie
drip
scoring heroin on the street
drip
I am a respectable hospital junkie
drip
withdrawal just as hard
drip
morning comes
drip
I wake up trembling
drip
and sick
drip
I am a hospital junkie.

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