The cancerous and cantankerous (if not old certainly not that young) man opines:
I can’t believe you took this shit for fun.
Taking it is living hell!
He said to his old amigo of more years
Than anyone would like to count
I’ve learned a little about opiods and chasing the dragon
And how the dragon likes to reach back
And bite you in the ass
And burn to ashes what once was a life.
What do you think?
His running buddy went on and on
And on and on
(As was his wont)
And when he finally slowed down
I think it always comes down to pain
Whether your liver is on fire
And guts are threatening to explode into your brain
And your heart is bleeding out
The last precious drop of soul
And love at every level has wandered
Or someway gone astray
(It doesn’t matter how
Or which way)
So lost. so lonesome, so betrayed
You don’t remember anyway
You know I think it all comes down to pain
Running into it
While from it running away
What do you say?
Man, no mouse wants the trap
What they want is the cheese
The unholy rites of the mystery
They call addiction
The initiates swoon in the sweet flow as the lights dim out
The warm glow embraces as God reaches out
Willing always to accept the recurring fate of the fool
There are just too few of the wise to do.
Pain kills time, as does desire
The longing and the need fill an empty life
And if the streets and the alley and the hidden corners
Can welcome what’s thrown away
The detritus of its denizens
Would it not accept you?
Still I think it comes down to the pain
What say you?
Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.