A hand offered in reconciliation
Comes back burnt and bitten.
Advice asked, advice given, never taken
Then they act in opposition.
Lydia Lunch spoke the truth when she said
“You can’t save anyone from themselves.”
And we are always our own worst enemies,
Knowing every weakness, crack & tiny flaw.
Like greedy jewel peddlers we examine our lives
Through a variety of special lenses,
Pull them from their homes in the dark
Cut them to pieces, torture them until they shine bright.
Seeking any flaw, however small, to save them some coin on the buy.
I think I care more about pills than people.
Pills are there when none of your friends are.
When the so-called progressives treat ya as a lower class junkie
And as a source for their own fix.
Like bloody-nosed paradoxes that talk & talk about nothing.
We are the scum of the earth, hated for loving our god so much.
No matter the culture the non-addict looks down on the addict.
By nature it must be experienced firsthand.
Not a half g of coke on the weekends, or even every day.
I mean you wake up when you need to use,
The first thing you do is fix.
The last thing you do is fix.
You end up using just to avoid getting sick.
In the end there’s no pleasure in this.
Morpheus drags you down with that holy rush of a kiss
That leaves you slumped against bathroom walls
Gasping for air, content or dead & you don’t need to score anymore.
For your lover & master is here.
(title from Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground & Nico)
-Jack Blare, March 2018