hallucinadermic by Travis G Finborg
swallowed in rivers of traffic,
i bounced from fender to fender
I notice in the distance an image
of grotesque fascination
the last time my brother was possessive
of his own identity
when his control was free of inhibition
and chemical dependence
his face was not consumed by a junky smile
jagged teeth and haggard features
glare at me in a sick realization
all but dead eyes stare at me with
a nervous tic spasmodically
twitches his gaze
the open sores on the exposed lower halves
of his legs, wounds of indifference and addiction
I see these sores and remember when his wounds
were from a source as innocent
as inattentiveness on a bicycle the pavement rises
to meet the this skin of his knees and elbows
I remember when his incessant scratching was from
a bad tangle with a batch of poison ivy
not the obsessive itches of a junkies skin crawl
I see this horrible image so real and tangible
a memory not a hallucination
a memory of 2 hours ago
refracted by the tears in my eyes
my eyes ignore this forceful scene
and focus again on the black pavement
needle straight 12/28/2003 Posted on 12/28/2003 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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