olsen
09-10-2007, 03:18 PM
41 Days Without Morphine
41 days without morphine.
‘though it ain’t 41 days sober –
I’m doing more drugs than ever, I’d say
trying to get to that beautiful, tingly place
which melts all dark memories away.
Mor-phine? I am more of a fiend than ever:
Smoking shake, eating Methadone, snorting Ativan,
‘seems like a joke, compared to my old friend:
MSIR 30mg.
I used to hold you in my hand,
put you under my tongue,
crush you between my teeth, wash you down to digestion
with hot coffee sips.
But most of all, most of all,
I miss you in the bathroom
with the needle and the spoon:
every time I looked for a vein, shoestring in my mouth,
I would scream inside to myself:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
YOU’RE A LITTLE WHITE GIRL
FROM THE SUBURBS! YOU SHOULD BE
GOING OFF TO GET A COLLEGE DEGREE
Instead of getting off on morphine 30’s.
But then I’d hit the vein, plunger out, plunger in,
And then I’d feel like Myself -- alive -- again.
And every dark thought inside me would die
For a while, and then, again, I would reach
For the pills and the needle and the tie.
9-10-07
olsen
PS: If forced to choose between drug addiction and emotional hell, choose drug addiction.
PPS: I gotta go find myself some motherfucking MORPHINE!
41 days without morphine.
‘though it ain’t 41 days sober –
I’m doing more drugs than ever, I’d say
trying to get to that beautiful, tingly place
which melts all dark memories away.
Mor-phine? I am more of a fiend than ever:
Smoking shake, eating Methadone, snorting Ativan,
‘seems like a joke, compared to my old friend:
MSIR 30mg.
I used to hold you in my hand,
put you under my tongue,
crush you between my teeth, wash you down to digestion
with hot coffee sips.
But most of all, most of all,
I miss you in the bathroom
with the needle and the spoon:
every time I looked for a vein, shoestring in my mouth,
I would scream inside to myself:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
YOU’RE A LITTLE WHITE GIRL
FROM THE SUBURBS! YOU SHOULD BE
GOING OFF TO GET A COLLEGE DEGREE
Instead of getting off on morphine 30’s.
But then I’d hit the vein, plunger out, plunger in,
And then I’d feel like Myself -- alive -- again.
And every dark thought inside me would die
For a while, and then, again, I would reach
For the pills and the needle and the tie.
9-10-07
olsen
PS: If forced to choose between drug addiction and emotional hell, choose drug addiction.
PPS: I gotta go find myself some motherfucking MORPHINE!