Lynn Rowe

Heroin

Death is a rider on a pale horse, Honey.
Yah roll up your sleeve and yah lay down your money.
Death is a rider on a pale horse.

A cord around your arm and the needle hunts your vein.
You'll starve in your dreams with the lotus in your brain.
Death is a rider on a pale horse.

There's blood in your eyes, and your time's not free.
Selling it like that will get yah HIV.
Death is a rider on a pale horse.

Death is a rider on a pale horse, Honey.
Yah roll up your sleeve and yah lay down your money.
Ya, death is a rider on a pale horse.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Comments about Heroin by Lynn Rowe

  • William Stoneberger (4/9/2009 11:10:00 AM)

    really liked this one. Your use of dialect was very nice. an aquitance of mine just died of a herion overdose recently, and this hit home for me. thanks. peace & poetics. William

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  • Jay Smith (6/28/2007 7:17:00 AM)

    thats a very good way of usin a poem about heroin

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