Crammed Inn Heroin Tales

what if the honeymooners were junkies?

He gets the Portland rains
stays in for days
getting the heroin
drip
drip
drip
well, if you have to come down
at least it drains…

smack smack smack
he feels the pain
she says,
“if you wanted to wear the pants around here,
you shoulda put your belt around your waist,
not your arm, dumb bell”

He says, “You’re going to the moon!”
Alice, his fist tightens shut
arm veers up, She gets sick, Ralph!

it’s punctured now
zoom zoom zoom
Two rocket scientists on a bus
to an outer galaxy
making candles out of themselves
dripping and melting all waxy
wane like

 

Reviews

[Steven]

Nice! I love the Honeymooners... I feel like I just came back from a surreal land, off some musky old orange couch, stained with beer and full of cigarette burn holes, the black and white visage fresh in my brain of that old sitcom... but with a twist. Perhaps one of the deleted scenes, one of the modern, true scenes of a broken marriage, held together by the glue of various abuses. I like it.

[Silvario]

very interesting piece. love the flow and dance of words, a very pleasing and enjoyable read.

nicely done :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I just know Norton's gonna show up and try to beg a fix! lol

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You might wish to fix the typo in the title dear. This was amusing; an enjoyable read.