Forget not the opium

by Jay Levon

I miss the opium sunrises,

morning defiantly greeted
with empty heart,
and mind devoid of guilt,
regret, and pain.

Rawness is the new me
open wound and bloody teeth.
I count the broken bones
and hope not for relief.

(Take two of these
and fuck away the morning,
says the good doctor
in my head.)

Remember always
the sore cock
and empty balls!
It was these that carried me
through the wilderness
of her crippled, angry heart.

And forget not the opium
the sweet, sweet opium