Somewhere Then, Somewhere Now

We come from broken homes, ever addicted, hiding from

shadows. Love is unbelievable, something sought, but

rarely captured. I loved her in her waves, crying beauty,

where coke and pills offered life. We died in our vision,

torn and crossed, five glasses in. She uttered pain, and

sabotaged love. I uttered game, and sabotaged hearts.

Our future—written, struggling with parents, addicted

to habits. How to love self, sorely challenged, and

rolling blunts? We ask not for angst, fully saturated,

stirring into travesty. I ponder such grain, weaving through

traffic, tasting a touch of treasures. We rarely breathe,

found and lost, filled with powers. Our past fraught with

ghosts, four tier monsters, ever our minds, trekking

mountains. What is this pricking, a storm of ghettos, a

stream of torn souls!