The snickering mob Prometheus led in

You’ll never meet a sorrier person than a junkie,
or a better friend for fellow junkies you
suddenly became. It’s enough to remind readers
of the teenager who laced his arms with
dizzying tracks and found relief in himself,
who was older and hallucinatory. Or the half-blind
cat scurrying underfoot, her belly cyst swaying,
running the gambit from kiosk to kiosk.
And how sorry is the gamble, and senile, and drawn out.


~ by Jeremy on June 13, 2012.

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