3-Methylmorphine Lovesong

love is the cake that someone
left out in the Los Angeles rain

love is the death of a hippie
who hid behind her long hair
and would sing
but only when no one was looking

I was up to my eyeballs in it
for lack of her.
if heroin is a woman, then
codeine is a clingy child.

those were dark years
dogged by the fear of Death
keeping it away with bunches of flowers
and instruction manuals on
how to defuse nuclear explosives.

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