The third line was chopped out for the two of us to share
but the garage door distracted us long enough
for my 15 year old brother to
sneak the rail off the kitchen counter.
It was on.
Never drove so confidently in my life
listening to “Badge”
giving him a ride home later.
It didn’t last long though
and soon I was in misery
sniffing coke off the basin of the toilet
eating weed out the bag because my pipe was busted
and I had run out of papers.
Watched helplessly as the daylight bled onto the walls
of the living room
the day’s sun threatening to arrive before I could get comfortable.
Had I known where my mother kept her .44
I’d have shot myself just so to get some shut eye.
My jaws hurt.
My nostrils were irritated
and my throat felt severely burnt
a chalky taste of phlegm and drainage.
The last time I did cocaine
was the last time I’d do cocaine.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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