Friday, May 21, 2010
my adjustment counselor was pissed.
Wasn't that just like me?
On account of my oppositional complex.
I just had to stop for that quick hit
in the drive-thru alley with the junkies.
But if Daddy hadn't screwed up my order
I wouldn't have had to shoot up twice.
I'd sleep on a feather mattress
instead of this old gym-mat.
Reads like Blackboard Jungle II, the addict who thought he was just a tourist in addiction--whoever the author of that one was.
Write tight, I say.
And you did.
But are we really doomed to a spiral like that?
Sure, you may have written this in metaphor (probably), but the daddy line and the final line tie a meaning up for me that does ring true... we can break the spiral, but it won't be so until we understand why we have walked that path and know that it is our own feet that carry us down it's twists and turns. Our own feet that will have to turn around and walk a line back out of the morass.
Just my thoughts.
Good to see you as well, sir.
sorry I missed this wonderful work of yours by so much - been really down lately and lazy- trying to get out of it - i have always enjoyed your work enormously - blessings to you and your beautiful family!!!!