Hey You Junkie! Poem by Peter Swan

brown eyed and bushy tailed
crying like a true artist
emotions stretched across the skies
thoughts scratched across your face
where is your wife?
who stole your children?
Authoritarian star chasers.
Your brick heavy head dead on my sofa
dreaming of methodone filled oceans
and fields made of needles
and wishes that betrayed you

hey you junkie
get you some civility
don’t bribe me with Ginsberg
and his strange words that still my centre
revealed the coward in me
the full time fool
stop crying about your wife
your an ugly turtle and the world is your zoo
the benches are all empty
and the skys are too full