Having a good time
cutting a wicked line
Playing silly games
collapsing veins
Your first date
beginning to hallucinate
Being O so rich
shaking like a bitch
Never being poor
no money to score
Having a wonderful dream
dragged awake by a scream
Baby coming soon
heating a loaded spoon
Fine dining
mainfuckinlining
A family hike
another dirty spike
First across the line
doing hard time
Knowing what’s right
uncut China white.
Switch off the dark
Gimme some light.
Incarcerated shadows 
This so moved me…I have an old friend who has struggled with this, and our friendship has ended, and I will forever grieve.
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Thank you for your kind but so
sad comment.
Drugs can just creep up on a person,
enfold them, and take them away.
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yes!! and the ego is so involved, if only my friend would get the help they need. my heart is so broken. the helplessness is awful.
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The ego is certainly involved.
But more so, is total denial that they
are in fact addicted to drugs and cannot live
without them. Love and friendship fall by the wayside.
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yes, denial is so powerful, and tragic.
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I’m no expert on poems. I like the way you rhyme your poems and yet it is meaningful.
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Thank you.
You’re very kind.
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Ur poems are so amazing and touching i love the rhythm and themes
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Thank you very much.
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Appreciated Nathalie.
Drugs are the downfall of many a good soul.
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Like a punch to the gut – powerful. This is going to stay with me for a while.
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Thank you so much.
I appreciate your wonderful comments.
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Stunning poetry, Alan! I already know that I will get back to it several times to read again and again, it’s one of those pieces.
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Many Thanks Michele. 😎
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Cool. Just living life.
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Thanks for sharing and enjoy the day!
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Thank you.
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i dont think i read this on your other site. i have liked a lot of your stuff with short lines, as i like to write in that style as well, but the pacing of this piece is really nice. i have lost a few too many friends to the demons of addiction, and i think this piece addresses hard drugs nicely. i have mixed feelings about the end. i think …right/…white would have been great lines to end on, but i do enjoy the break between them and the last two lines. good piece, glad i came back!
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Thank you my friend.
It’s good to have you back.
I deleted my last site and started afresh.
Many thanks for the comments.
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my pleasure!
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Well ✒ penned👍👍👍
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Thank you so much.
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Excellent poem, Alan. I think I’ve read this one of yours before, is that right? The subject is a dark one, to be sure, and makes me think of friends who are no longer with us. How different their lives could have been had they only known how far they would fall after taking the plunge, and how lucky are those who escaped.
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Thank you Oglach.
You’re very kind.
Yes, this is a poem I posted
on my old site. As I mentioned,
on this site I will post some earlier
stuff along with the new.
You’re quite right Oglach,
once started its very hard to escape.
To absent friends.
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This one left me reeling the first time round. It has no less effect now. Brilliantly done, Alan. I was afraid that all of those poems you wrote on your last blog (and the one before) had been lost in the ether, never to be seen again.
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Thank you very much Jane.
As this is a new site, I will be
posting some of my earlier pieces
along with the new.
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I’ll be pleased to read them again.
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Thank you Jane.
Gotta keep the anti-drug poems
out there. Old and new.
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I’m with you all the way
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Really well told with no apologies. The dark spiral continues its descent into pure oblivion. Superb.
~PR
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Thank you so much Dead Donovan.
RIP.
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Raw, gritty, and quite seedy. Your lethal poem came at me like a tiger — stripes and needle fangs. Danger is a fix one can’t shake off. Roar, baby! Wowsy!!! I’m hooked.
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What a wonderful comment.
Thank you dear Rose.
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Well done, Alan. You tell a powerful story in no more words than necessary.
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Thank you so much Anna.
I always appreciate your comments.
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Love the rhyme and rhythme of this
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Thank you.
I’m pleased you liked my poem.
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You’re welcome 😄
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Alan, really terrific capture of the push-pulls on life. Well done my friend. ~ Mia
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Thank you so much Mia.
Coming from you, that means a lot to me.
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You’re so very welcome Alan.
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Indeed substance abuse is devastating and misleading… your poem is so poignant, Alan.
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Thank you so much Iris.
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A great write, Alan, and you’re welcome!
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You captured the tug of war between light and dark, clean and drug-addicted, so well here. Bouncing back and forth, mind never still, wanting both worlds. But ultimately, the dark becomes too much, and one wants only to feel the clean light.
It must be a horrid life.
Well done, Alan. Bravo!
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Thank you very much Cathy.
Your comments are always appreciated.
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As is your poetry. 😊
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Dang, talk about opposite extremes! Good job, Alan. Another poem that not only packs an emotional punch, but gives us something to think about as well.
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You’re very kind Ann.
Thank you.
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Oh wow!!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Many Thanks Rita. 😎
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Seriously! Love this.
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Thank you my friend. HL
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