Dancing With Mary-Jane
By: Pamela Black
I've been watching as my son has distroyed our home both physically and emotionally since doing drugs.
Dancing with Mary-Jane
Stains on rugs.
Holes in walls.
Blinds askew in the trash.
Shit laced porch.
Scum rimmed tub.
Ash pile on the floor.
Locks on doors.
Skunk sweet air.
Bass vibrating 'til four.
Hostile glares.
Profane discord.
Silence everywhere.
Hazy dreams.
Lazy hopes.
Round and round they go.
Ashes,
Ashes,
We all fall down.
© Copyright 2006 Pamela Black
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