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Wintering on Coney Island.
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Saturday, 10th January 2009 @ 10:01:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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During the winter I'd go to Coney Island.
Would always find someone holding something,
between Launa Park & the Boardwalk.
It was the worst time of the year for me.
Hands swelled so, I couldn’t hold anything,
(that is, if I had anything to hold)
or button my jacket, to keep that ocean wind
from blowing right through me, as I walked
down winding alleyways stepping over
drunks & other misfits.
I was no more then a shot away from
becoming myself.
While Prostitute’s stood in doorways
propositioning me.
Offering their services
at discounted winter rates, to this junkie
this person who was nothing more then
a homing pigeon now, only worried about
zeroing in on that exact spot he was
last time some dude in a red baseball cap,
8 ball leather jacket sporting a goatee
& diamond studded front tooth,
approached him.
With some of the best stuff tasted
since the summer.
When promises of.
This never was gonna happen again.
Cause unlike like those other junkies!
I had it under control, & was gonna get myself clean
before Thanksgiving time came around again.
Copyright ©
fanniesson
... [
2009-01-10 10:01:41] (Date/Time posted on
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