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JOSHUA K. CHASE
Breach I never signed on for this No dotted lines No X No John Hancocks Who’d have thought we’d be teenage junkies Combing the streets for another fix Lying in gutters with your eyes open But because of the drunken blur You can hardly see that it’s somebody else’s hands Feeding you bread and pizza and pretzels Just to sober you up They say they only knew where the party was Because they saw you Heaving and hoeing and Throwing and upping and moaning But in the end It wasn’t much of a party at all It sucked And this does too Because now I watch my friends I’m watching them die Strokes and chokes and smokes These are the ends of my ropes I know because I can already see the hemp breaking And I’m braking too I’m scraping pedals at every turn Just to leave it all behind Joshua K. Chase is a poet and journalist currently residing in Pahrump, Nevada. He is a staff writer for the Pahrump Mirror and can be reached at joshuakchase@yahoo.com |
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