Parallel Addiction

Parallel Addiction 

If parallel universes exist

An alternate version of myself

Is a deplorable skid-mark drug addict 

I can imagine a turn, a choice

Consummated, evoked and detoured

Veins riddled like tire treads

Crimpled like torn scabs on interstate roadways 

The drinking, the anesthetization of a consciousness

Breathing through scripted notebooks flowing through an alternate outlet

For release to find common bond in the silence  

The smoking, the miracle haze of rail billowing

Through European territories babbling in languages

I would never take the time to become fluent  

The injections, the missiles going off like Gaza

At war with my homeland wanting back what was mine by birth

Yet sabotaged based on the nature of rooted decision trees   

The driving, the times behind a steering wheel

Staring aimless at a set of brake lights and a lighter on the passenger seat

The bags in the glove compartment, the glances at the rearview mirror 

The insomnia, the weight of head to pillow collisions

Crumbling these papers fed into my notebooks like must get it out ejections of poetry

Incinerated into gathering shoes to light up on a porch and stare at passing cars 

The bar stools, the orders the familiarity and sinister friendships

Of mutual decay shaken hands and amenable recognition of a common decadence

The juke box lies replaying in stereo flirting with parallel damned beauties 

The escape, the silence follows out to get the supplies

The adventures with deal-makers experimenting with potency to evaluate the sincerity

Of perverted American criminals; pointing pistols at each other beneath our pockets 

The loneliness, the match or the pen burning the same

Bizarre strength and fragility wrapped up like lovers molesting each other

Because we know nothing else