Draft 2 – GQGS
GQGS
The Eyes hold back the tears
for there are others worth crying for
in no less than a perfect moment
you waited again
but forgot who they were the first time they died
and the second time they passed without prayer
we don’t know who you are anymore
or what you’re on (just what your on)
and even then we don’t know that
Go quick go slow
Tired of the weight they faced
and the stones that fell upon them
they started;
they didn’t want to stop
when you start you don’t stop
and they’d say
sometimes it’s hard to stop
sometimes it’s harder to find a reason to
they said it with such conviction
it’d make you want to cry
and almost in that moment you’d want to believe it
were alright.
were okay
But we didn’t know
Go quick go slow
at first it was only every now and then
now, forever and always now
never enough
We noticed as your heart darkened,
We watched as you became rags
boy like and fragile
afraid to make waves
in arguments that swallowed
and the money that you wanted
we never expected back
but we didn’t know
Go quick go slow
Then found in the toilet,
blue lipped and pale
still wearing that bracelet from their mother’s passing.
You could never sell it
almost
or maybe that was just a nice thought
something from a time before,
but mother would say sell that fucking bracelet
don’t sell my baby
But she didn’t know (that the kids)
Go quick go slow
The blood was black
leaving your body
the only tear this body knows
as it runs the angles of your arm
drops from your elbow
hits the dirty green linoleum in stunning crimson burst
just another stain in the morning
and there is no mourning here
The chlorine scent of cum, like a bird shit on his belly,
Pearlescent beads of biological doom,
he’ll address that soon.
an easy means to an end, and we know my friends what ends we will go
Chasing Go Quick Go Slow
smile
hadn’t seen it in a very long while
forgot who you really were
knew you only when you were on
So hold back the tears
there are other souls
worth crying for
and in no less than a perfect moment
we will meet again
But we hardly knew you
the first time you died
And the second time you passed without prayer
and now nobody’s laughing
for it stopped being fun so long ago
before you learnt to
go quick go slow.
Jessie waits in the pharmacy line. Jessie is feeling anything but fine.
The pharmacist scowls at the sweat on Jessie’s brow,
but cash is cash, and she wants to get smashed
Addiction is commonplace in the worn out buildings beyond the strip mall
Pharmaceutical regulations.
A massacre of hypocrisy as she seeks to
Go quick go slow
Marcy grew like a weed in the shade,
stretching and twisting to make her way.
With legs like vines and leafy veins.
She was never going back again.
Her soul would soar above the wreckage below.
When she lost her heart, we will never know.
But somewhere, somewhen
And burned by her friends
she learnt to
go quick, go slow.
Timmy was Timothy in the courtroom that day.
He was done on possession essentially,
but technically his dope was overweight.
For our friend Timmy the consequences were great.
With no harm done, his use, his choice,
the magistrate did raise his voice
and decree a punishment would be set
that would set Timmy on the path of regret.
18 months now stretch ahead.
‘I punish you son, so you will not end up dead.’
Coz surely in prison no one knows how to
GQGS
Spare some empathy for the battle fallen silent sufferers,
the invisible casualties in the war on drug,
you, the me, the anyone.
It might be illegal, but it’s not criminal.
I hope we wake up to see
that addiction happens to people like
You and Me
it’s the laws that generate the criminality.
Destroying any hope of civility
Society says were scum and so becomes our mantra but you don’t know.
At some point we go from baby to child, teen then adult grow,
and some of the finest people I would ever know can barely stand up
but they stand up for what is right and true, yes they consume but they don’t promote doom,
they are irrelevant cast as social resentment grows for those who choose to
GQGS
I like happy people.
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