bleach your eyes on public transit,
part of me quivers.
The first crack rock I ever saw was on the bus.
It turned grown men into aggressive whinny five year olds.
The second time I ever saw crack cocaine was at the bus stop.
The trick was over
I could sense her relief...
or was it the thought of a soon quenched addiction?
(if only for a moment)
It's hard to tell with crack.
The first time I had to deal with I.V drugs
was in my house.
He said he'd do it outside but
it was after midnight,
my neighbors had kids.
What was I suppose to do?
We were all pissed off,
he did it in the bathroom
then never came over again.
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