when nothing else matters
it’s brown and cheap and comes
from mexico via chicago usually
around fifty percent pure
some like to smoke it but I prefer
to shoot it between my fingers
where you can’t detect the marks
the last high was beyond euphoric
as my body warmed like a toaster
my mind sailing away on a starship
as I zoomed out of this world past
the northern lights there was no chance
in hell anybody could ever catch me
april two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
yikes – beautifully written but yikes – K
“yikes” is a good way of putting it
Powerful– authentic, as far as my imagination will allow me to believe that there is absolutely no pain felt– no pain in oblivion.
I am a few days removed from this poem, Tess…and I still feel numb knowing my friend lost a son to this addiction….