Scene 249: Brown Poison

Stunted, of stained teeth

once white with lies,

now brown

but lying still

Such baggage

at home

it goes nowhere

and sits under whites

A stale mouth

the breath

like grime, careless

as Jupiter off the shores of Michigan

Ragged, poisoned

dark in the morning

bright at night

dark at night

Veins, so starved

itching like Cobain

and innocent

sitting in that white cup