Poison People

By , Knoxville, TN
Whisper through the reflective glass
Press the telephone to your ear,
Just tell me that the kids are fine
I know it could be years.
Tight from breathless tension
Please don’t savor the furtive glances,
Stomachs knot with apprehension
They tell me you’re never getting out.

The doorbell keeps on ringing
Wild eyed begging poison people,
Quivering for that sweet Hell Dust
Serving time for candy-coated crimes.

You forget, it’s hard here in the real world
Instead of orange jump suites and the meat
that ambiguous brown
I can see you’re breakin’ down.
Your daughter asked on her birthday
Does Daddy know I’m five?
She’s too far young to know the wrongs
Darling, it’s not your fault.

The doorbell keeps on ringing
Wild eyed begging poison people,
Quivering for that sweet Hell Dust
Serving time for candy-coated crimes.

Someone knocked late last night
Left a note and dirty prints
It’s been so long, he swears he tried
He’s waiting on another high.
I keep tellin’ them that you’re gone
Put away for that quick warm flight
Needle pricked forearms, I’m scared for our Baby
I know this can’t be right.

The doorbell keeps on ringing
Wild eyed begging poison people,
Quivering for that sweet Hell Dust
Serving time for candy-coated crimes.





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