"Relapsing Girl"

                    1)  With condescending hair,  as real as the forlorn winds of April, curling in toxic vapors around her narrow shoulders. Come to me with verses yet unspoken, of false prophets and pre-paid horoscopes. The cold breeze of uncertainty pulls your perfumed purse to stale and filthy basements. Check your wine and spirits at the door. Residential tales of furnished electrical outlets and paved walkways leading to the backyard platform, your natural beauty escapes you. Smile onto jailbird dormitories, it is there you shall take refuge, in days of solitude and endurance. Your pale knees bruised upward to your drooping thighs. The soiled underwear you've worn on nights prior to. How previous feelings kept you, from feeling what you felt before. The man with the twenty in his hand, and fluctuating boundaries, lures you in with his immaculate belt. An aged white-washed- jean- jacket worn with tiled restroom reptiles, and untold stains of semen.
                      My mother was right when she told me not to fuck with you. I'll take this last two hundred dollars of mine and soak it in gasoline before it goes down your pantie line. Sadness coats the grim afternoon hallway of unconsciousness. You misplaced your skull among the living room floorboards next to the closet at Eddies house again. On exiting through the uncoiling screen door, onto the vast playing field of an early- afternoon- urban- arena, look both ways before you cross the trafficking intersection, you might get hit by an extravagant limousine, or possibly a bad case of character.
                      When you were much younger, you watched your alcoholic aunts and uncles talk trash on everyone clocking minimum wage, over Thanksgiving dinner, only this time you've bitten off more than you can chew, and this time it tastes like Elmers glue.
                                   
                             2)       UNBEARABLE CONFESSIONS
                       The group gathered at 2p.m.. assembling a well recommended circle in uncomfortable chairs upon the carpeted unit of the undesirable institution. The workers on the floor each exhibited a name tag, (Optional, after all it is an anonymous program). The underpaid woman in the neutral white smock opened up the meeting with an introduction, when she was finished reading the preamble, she opened up the meeting to the floor. The fatigued and overwhelmed patients lay dead in their upright chairs. It was then that the young lady we were considering earlier, decided she would take initiation upon her trivial recovery.  She thought to herself, (all these people we feel so bad for me, because they don't know what I've been through, I've got to tell them, and I've got to tell them now!).
 
                       3)  Endless and targeted, is the horizon on which you stand. You will never get over your little mind. And your make-up doesn't cover your lying eyes. Walk barefoot through sullen city streets, grace your presence in the primitive bodegas on Kensington and Allegheny. Make your sordid lifestyle a routine, and use your childlike charm to pretend that you never grew up, because through the dismal terrain and alleyways, we've all seen what you're made of.