dim lights, cigarettes, heroin
the only real gateway drug
is loneliness
those addicts relapsing in shattered
parking lots
filled with other broken
self medicated
fresh off the metro
or on foot
or the van with loud brakes
and a donut tire
I’ve been there
I’ve seen them
in their final days
before they say fuck it
and get drunk
in rooms with peeling
wallpaper
dim lights, cigarettes, heroin
the world has no sympathy for the slow
suicides
some with lives so mild
they drive up in dodge minivans
soccer practice to
serenity prayers
the only real gateway drug
is loneliness