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i left you
in a ditch
like poe with a shotgun
& if i could think
of some words
to aleviate your
dopesick
worrying,
i would say them
but no;
i will be westward
by morning
& you will be gone
to track marks,
long nights
on bourbon street,
the solitude
of a new orleans
squat
so we sit
half drunk
in borrowed rooms
full to the ceiling
with talk
about madness;
your schizophrenic
pretty little
high school dropout
head
me & my mania,
my sadness
for the world.
you gave me more
in seven days
than i asked for
in my whole life;
sad to say
i'm selfish
& unsure
& although we know
we will never see each other
again
& even though it hurts
like hell
i hope you remember driving
through mississippi
rainstorms,
nuclear
tennessee,
getting stuck
in a west virginian
appalachia,
the light snow
when i picked you up
in philadelphia.