Toy hammer-head sharks
spark memories of my start.
I wish my eyes could dart like that;
in dual directions,
for purposes of protection.
But my eyes are
dead set
on attempting to forget
the first two decades of neglect.
I'm expecting another female figure
wielding cigarettes to offer sex,
but in terms of my abandonment issues that's next
to nothing.
Not a thing.
I've got a dream though,
my father helping me work on my free throw
and my mother stepping up to the plate
giving me advice before my first big date.
Maybe she'd be my best friend,
being a regular 21st century heroine,
instead of being all caught up in
heroin.

Heroine's all caught up in
heroin.
Where is my
heroine?

I'm on the back porch staring in.
Lighters and spoons
making changes in tempers
and temperatures.
I'm a five year old lecturing
my mother on drug use.
Now i'm a 23 year old
trying to convert my feelings of confusion into music,
finding myself out to be a lunatic
bound for the psyche
ward
unit.
"Why did you do it!?"
Not all questions deserve answers
some of em are just stupid.

Where you find virtue
there you'll find sin
Where is my

Heroin(e)?

11/29/2006

Posted on 11/29/2006
Copyright © 2010 Nickolas Crosby