this is pretty much what happened this morning...


Junkie Dawn



the winter sun shines brigthly
as I blow my nose clear of various drugs
and wipe the vomit from my beard

I flush out my growing addictions
on the coldest day in hell




Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2008-03-05 at 08:28

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