addiction, alternative, free verse, independent, literature, Uncategorized


You used to gift my heart with butterflies

But a harsh Northern wind swept in,

Froze them all to death.

Corridors of my life

Solid with ice, snow, numb

Unnatural Luciferian euphoria.

Sniffling Stalin.

Who gives a shit?

All talk and no action.

Useless, wasted product lives.

Hollow relationships and half-grams of cocaine hope

Are all that is left to rely on.

Jack Blare, Silver Chain (2016)


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