The Former Goddess

Pappy with the khaki sweatband,
deals death, seals death in tiny bags.
orange hammer heroin....
she just shrugged and went in
the gallery for shooting no art
.
The former teen beauty queen,
now 32, silently screams
she's a part of the junkie scene.
the former goddess injects.
the former goddess injects,
then collects her works
in between involutary body jerks.

Senses tangled, thoughts mangled
blue umbrellas keep her off of the ground
head first heroin dreams
spin and flow in silver dust...
this rags and skull girlfriend
muted, in screaming daylight

Waterfalls of sweat drench the still mirror
her present is dark
the future looks no clearer.
dust collects under the chairs
under her eyes, in her nose,
a bitter pill to swallow
Pakistan heroin crushing her will.


She stands on a old mattress,
dead flies and newspaper,
holding a rosary Momma gave her.
the higher the highs, the lower the lows
now she knows...
the former goddess spreads her wings,
the former goddess spreads her wings.
jumps thru the window,
a fast decent ....from the 15th floor.