Tuesday, January 21, 2014

AIN'T NO PANIC (or care) HERE



SWEET WHITE
Line on the counter waiting for a nose,
juiced up heroin in the needle waiting for a vein.
We throw out the useless trash, bagged with an overdose.
                                             I can’t remember was it the war on drugs          
or
the war for drugs in the ghetto’s and slums,
not much better a way to go than opiate hug.
So what if nothin’ inside this useless bum
works anymore, at least I was high on the day I died.
And now I ghostly stand over me watching my lips turn blue
with no more electrical charges running through my brain,
at the very best I have lost my capacity for any more human pain.
I eased my worried mind with a blast and a shot
and now I have made myself free
of troubles that overwhelmed
and were too much for me.

© M Durfee
1.21.2014




WHATS ONE MORE EH?
Leave that rifle where you can reach it in your sleep, of course when it’s needed a round must be chambered and the safety off. Now have a bit of an adults only party, send the 4 year old cousins into the bedroom to play. Hurry and air out the house and wash the dust of the mirror, the cops are on the way, one of the cousins pulled the trigger while at play and the other has a hole right ‘tween his eyes. One is living dead and the one with the hole in his head, well the little fella just up and died.

© M Durfee
1.21.2014

11 comments:

  1. that first one...its sad....the need for escape...to stop the pain of this life...its all too real you know....

    ugh the second is pretty dark as well...the accidental killing in playing with a loaded gun...walking dead for sure...he will live with it the rest of his life...

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    1. Yeah i really don't know why that subject came up in my head, lot of people getting hurt over this broken city but there is more there than that, almost a sense of relief to not have to deal with the constant routine of finding enough drugs to shoot.


      The second piece Brian was straight journalism from the madness of Detroit.

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  2. One of the big dangers of guns. To have them ready, they almost have to be dangerous. That's why I like to use a semi automatic, with the gun in one place and the loaded clip in another.

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    1. Charles i don't know what it's like in Abita Springs, But with someone kicking in your door your clip may be to far and your hands to shaky to load. I have a Mossburg 12ga, 8 shot 3" shells, the chamber is loaded the safety is off. I never felt the need for a gun when my kids were young but my ghetto has turned into a slum. I can reach it from where i sleep have my back against a wall and fire the first round before anyone sees me. But I really do count on my 80 pound ginger (Pit and Rot) to take care of any situation before I have to fire.

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  3. Lenny Bruce said that it was like "kissing God" - - - the smack.

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    1. I know what he meant by that goatman---one of the very few drugs I was smart about, once was enough, it was love at first nod.

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  4. The first is sad, but at least the person made his own decision to end the pain…
    The second breaks my heart, and happens far too often.

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    1. DS--In 2007 I had 5 friends and a nephew suicide, a couple i can still feel their grief that drove them to it, but for the rest I still do not understand but I remember them alive, laughing, living.

      And the second God knows I am tired of writing pieces like this, but some of them just pull me in and I have to document the "accidental" death of children.

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  5. What a way to go... my darker mood would say. Not advisable though...

    The second one gives me the chills. Goes to show, in a macabre kind of way, we never know what we leave behind, so don't do it!!!

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  6. Mark, I have far too much personal experience with heroin addiction to even be objective. My gut aches to even read about it.

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  7. I think about those who have chased the drug induced feeling to the grave. I am grateful to have not been one who succumbed to drugs or alcohol. Too many ambitions in life that owned me instead.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...