Downers and Time Slips – a Poem

Downers and Time Slips

A tree and road are slipping past my eye,

All hazed over by smoky bandit cars.

The ledge goes tripping down to hills below,

And memory has taken stick once too

Often from hands that wish it pain and death;

And death is never-ending toil and hate.

This air should cleanse your lungs and clean your mind,

A sip of water, half a day in bed

Should take your mind from evil thoughts and work,

Until you think your self capable enough.

But sit not next to me or lean your head

On mine and call me lord, for hope has died.

Away from me and never bring it back;

And down that path the time has simply fled,

And whisps of future meet me obscurely

At angles seeing dreams of themselves awake

And breathe and become visions. Life and drugs

You take allow escape from nothing.