by Travis Campbell
Knocks on doors at irresponsible hours
Wait for answers and in the calm,
Collected speech, ask for a cup of flour
Enjoy coarse looks and avoid striking palms
Trip board skaters and roller bladers with sharp
Broken sticks from trees that don’t belong
To you or anyone else who passes
As hands brush bark and scrap life away
Particles drift through stiff air and swirl
Up nostrils, into eyes, against tongues
Pieces of everything, vaporized, blended
Dispersed to the masses, a drug.
We are all addicts.