IF LENNY BIAS DIDN'T DECIDE TO GET HIGH


sometimes you forget to eat
you wait for the feeling to pass
& go days before you see hunger
laying in it's own waste
curled fetal in the gutter

i don't know how many times
my brain has told me
"i like this"

& you know you are soon
an ink blot
in the corner
of some unread
stone art

at least have the
human decency
to be what everyone
wants from you
w/ your long spotty neck
stowed away
w/ all that falls

eventually nobody
will remember anything
we won't have a chance
to say what if
you didn't love cocaine