The syringe
Has the cringe-worthy
Feel
But the addiction
The prince of stainless
Steel

I cannot stop

The plastic barrel is marked
In cc and milligram
And I drift
A silver cross pram
floating back
To childhood

Every nightmare
Can and should
hurt
He said I deserved every whipping
She said its father’s way

I told you I would escape
One day
Big enough to break down the door
One day
Small enough to fall
For the scores
That line the street

I wanted love like all the rest
running out of time
living fast

‘Cookin’ up ma
Fucking up father
Needled
elastoplast
I’ll show you escape
my one shot at life
here, today, this shallow grave

This squat I call home