Holy Trinity
Dope-Spoon-H20
Its a beautiful Sunday morning, I hear Mike reaming some chick out on the phone. I roll up a smoke and pull myself out on to the fire escape to do some 'wake up' people watching (its nice not having to work). Perfect fall day in NYC, Im glad I didnt go out drinking last night. I didnt have to put up with that ultra-light smoking, mixed drink drinkers, bathroom sluts, prepped-out, $250 dollar shoe wearing, dull, 9-5'ers. I still coulda used a nice dick sucking last night, but jerkin it to old Winnona Ryder movie worked fine.
I watch a young couple argue outside the fruit market, I can create there realities in my head, but after 20 seconds of picturing the chick bent-over the newspaper machine getting fuct. My thoughts drift back to whats important, heroin. I have 75 dollars sitting on the nightstand underneath the bills lays a glassine packet of some dope I procured from some junked out, former natty dead head, with no ambitions in life but to sell books on the street corner, and supplement her income with heroin sales.
old water, tan dope, a fresh rig
3 is my favorite number
I muster enough energy to get out of bed, and down the hall...
Mike is working on some huge oil painting. I drink a gulp of milk and some toast. I ask mike if he has any uppers? Adderall, um ok I guess. Powderize the orange pill, water-down, filter, inject.
Oh my stomach turns as the weak speedy rush hits me...
Out the door.
I flag down a cabbie, and hop in. Yea I figured the speed would make me walk the 10 mins. to my dealers house. Instead I slunch down in the back of the car and hotbox non-filtered smokes. 2 dollars and 75 cents later I hop out. Make the call, no answer, shit...
Walk to the park, eating sour patch kids and a chocolate shake from Mickey D's. I easedrop on the homeless charters conversation, something about drinking malt liquor and sleeping.
Its all in your head
Its all in your mind
what is wrong with me
I don't want this to be
I wanted to be
a thought riding the breeze
I decide to try and cop down further on Avenue C and 3 to 5th street.
along the way...
I run into to backpacking junked out street kids looking like hell, I ask the girl, are you guys going to score? Yea but were having troubles, Yea me 2, its to early 11 am on Sunday. I distinctly remember the girl had this funky tattoo on her face, sorta like a chain going from the corner of her nose, to the corner of her lips, to the end of her chin and down her throat. Flashforward...
Im sitting on the cold leather couch watching MSNBC documetary: seattle Street Kids and Heroin, yup there she is on the big screen, tattoo and all, doing the same thing as the day I saw her. This time I get to watch her score on TV. I guess that makes me famous... lol ...I scored dope with that street kid... makes me feel proud.
Flashback... I walk the few blocks to go see if 'Oscar' is out, he's out I pick up to bags stamped with an Aztec looking bird, told its stro0ng. empty, heat, filter, inject, not impressed. I stumpble out of the bathroom and out onto the street. Blinded by the light, the Black flies dim the sun...
I watch some 10 year old kid ride a coin operated horse, and think to myself that in 10 years instead of slamming quarters into the horsey, he will be slamming Horse into his arm, junkies think about junky.
free our mind
how long will I wait
before I return to glory
free there mind
junked-out concrete rock
sweating 90 degree days
melodic music
sorry eyes
maybe... maybe...
your a lost cause
I know your secrets
nobody cares
shooting stars burn...
There is a girl on a park bench crying into her knee's, normally I would pass right by but today I stop.
Whats wrong? New to town, fight with boyfriend, cant find heroin
All the above, turn me loose
I think it was the pig-tails that made me stop, I imagine her name is Samantha, next door neighbor that gave me my first dick-sucking at the tender age of single digits. She says she will buy me 2 bags if I cop for her, I notice the bluish-bruises in the crook of her arm. If my sex-drive wasn't completely destroyed from this last junk run I am on, I probably woulda initiated a sex act. She's 28 a few years older, nice. I finally get a answer at my usual dealer and we are off to the races... boom.
I admire the plaque on the entrance of his apartment building "Alan Ginsberg lived here, cant remember the date" neat fact but I doubt I would want that imortalized in bronze next to my doorbell. Maybee his apartment was my dealers apartment, I remind myself to ask and randomly catalog that question in a place where I will promtly forget.
I have 55 dolllars left, I buy 2 bags of Coke, Inject one, almost have a heart attack, I grip the lazy-boy with all my might, the bells stop ringing, and Try some deep breathing to calm my heart beat. Inject the last of the coke with a half bag of heroin to easy the cracked out comedown. Now thats what Ive been missing for breakfast, Yum...
2 1/2 bags of heroin and 5 dollars in my hand
up to Broadway, all high and dirty all in a line.
We decide to go back to my place and watch TV
my dick is limp, the skyline is orage, and I am pinned in the corner
It was her birthday 2 days ago
known her for 30 days straight, card and an 1/8 of greenery
fair present? I dont care
Im going insane...
washed out, glitter kids, puking in the morning sunlite.
Shake the blues outta my mind
such a wonderfull way to break her heart
The train derailed... and I woke up
9:43 pm Sometime near the end of June, 1/2 a glass of Smirnoff Vodka, 5 one-hitters, I need a shower...
The twilight is just begining and I am going into the darkness solo, I think I might just be on the prowl for puntang.
Just a thosand miles away from home
waiting on a train
Dope-Spoon-H20
Its a beautiful Sunday morning, I hear Mike reaming some chick out on the phone. I roll up a smoke and pull myself out on to the fire escape to do some 'wake up' people watching (its nice not having to work). Perfect fall day in NYC, Im glad I didnt go out drinking last night. I didnt have to put up with that ultra-light smoking, mixed drink drinkers, bathroom sluts, prepped-out, $250 dollar shoe wearing, dull, 9-5'ers. I still coulda used a nice dick sucking last night, but jerkin it to old Winnona Ryder movie worked fine.
I watch a young couple argue outside the fruit market, I can create there realities in my head, but after 20 seconds of picturing the chick bent-over the newspaper machine getting fuct. My thoughts drift back to whats important, heroin. I have 75 dollars sitting on the nightstand underneath the bills lays a glassine packet of some dope I procured from some junked out, former natty dead head, with no ambitions in life but to sell books on the street corner, and supplement her income with heroin sales.
old water, tan dope, a fresh rig
3 is my favorite number
I muster enough energy to get out of bed, and down the hall...
Mike is working on some huge oil painting. I drink a gulp of milk and some toast. I ask mike if he has any uppers? Adderall, um ok I guess. Powderize the orange pill, water-down, filter, inject.
Oh my stomach turns as the weak speedy rush hits me...
Out the door.
I flag down a cabbie, and hop in. Yea I figured the speed would make me walk the 10 mins. to my dealers house. Instead I slunch down in the back of the car and hotbox non-filtered smokes. 2 dollars and 75 cents later I hop out. Make the call, no answer, shit...
Walk to the park, eating sour patch kids and a chocolate shake from Mickey D's. I easedrop on the homeless charters conversation, something about drinking malt liquor and sleeping.
Its all in your head
Its all in your mind
what is wrong with me
I don't want this to be
I wanted to be
a thought riding the breeze
I decide to try and cop down further on Avenue C and 3 to 5th street.
along the way...
I run into to backpacking junked out street kids looking like hell, I ask the girl, are you guys going to score? Yea but were having troubles, Yea me 2, its to early 11 am on Sunday. I distinctly remember the girl had this funky tattoo on her face, sorta like a chain going from the corner of her nose, to the corner of her lips, to the end of her chin and down her throat. Flashforward...
Im sitting on the cold leather couch watching MSNBC documetary: seattle Street Kids and Heroin, yup there she is on the big screen, tattoo and all, doing the same thing as the day I saw her. This time I get to watch her score on TV. I guess that makes me famous... lol ...I scored dope with that street kid... makes me feel proud.
Flashback... I walk the few blocks to go see if 'Oscar' is out, he's out I pick up to bags stamped with an Aztec looking bird, told its stro0ng. empty, heat, filter, inject, not impressed. I stumpble out of the bathroom and out onto the street. Blinded by the light, the Black flies dim the sun...
I watch some 10 year old kid ride a coin operated horse, and think to myself that in 10 years instead of slamming quarters into the horsey, he will be slamming Horse into his arm, junkies think about junky.
free our mind
how long will I wait
before I return to glory
free there mind
junked-out concrete rock
sweating 90 degree days
melodic music
sorry eyes
maybe... maybe...
your a lost cause
I know your secrets
nobody cares
shooting stars burn...
There is a girl on a park bench crying into her knee's, normally I would pass right by but today I stop.
Whats wrong? New to town, fight with boyfriend, cant find heroin
All the above, turn me loose
I think it was the pig-tails that made me stop, I imagine her name is Samantha, next door neighbor that gave me my first dick-sucking at the tender age of single digits. She says she will buy me 2 bags if I cop for her, I notice the bluish-bruises in the crook of her arm. If my sex-drive wasn't completely destroyed from this last junk run I am on, I probably woulda initiated a sex act. She's 28 a few years older, nice. I finally get a answer at my usual dealer and we are off to the races... boom.
I admire the plaque on the entrance of his apartment building "Alan Ginsberg lived here, cant remember the date" neat fact but I doubt I would want that imortalized in bronze next to my doorbell. Maybee his apartment was my dealers apartment, I remind myself to ask and randomly catalog that question in a place where I will promtly forget.
I have 55 dolllars left, I buy 2 bags of Coke, Inject one, almost have a heart attack, I grip the lazy-boy with all my might, the bells stop ringing, and Try some deep breathing to calm my heart beat. Inject the last of the coke with a half bag of heroin to easy the cracked out comedown. Now thats what Ive been missing for breakfast, Yum...
2 1/2 bags of heroin and 5 dollars in my hand
up to Broadway, all high and dirty all in a line.
We decide to go back to my place and watch TV
my dick is limp, the skyline is orage, and I am pinned in the corner
It was her birthday 2 days ago
known her for 30 days straight, card and an 1/8 of greenery
fair present? I dont care
Im going insane...
washed out, glitter kids, puking in the morning sunlite.
Shake the blues outta my mind
such a wonderfull way to break her heart
The train derailed... and I woke up
9:43 pm Sometime near the end of June, 1/2 a glass of Smirnoff Vodka, 5 one-hitters, I need a shower...
The twilight is just begining and I am going into the darkness solo, I think I might just be on the prowl for puntang.
Just a thosand miles away from home
waiting on a train
