Crystal Meth Lovers Floating Downstream


Crystal Myth Lover - Drawing by Harvey Dog

I step
out of the car
onto the
concrete floor
     (another
     job interview)
conscious of my
collared shirt
choking
stifling
…feeling
too
r
e
spect
able

* yelling *

i look be
hind
to the sound
of a man
in his 20’s
short…wiry,
an intense
physical
presence…

* angry *

he’s been in some fights…
maybe lost a few
…crazy enough
to have won some too…

a
n
d

he’s walking beside a short thin girl
who looks alone,
her crooked smile
mis-aligning the bottom half of her face…
she’s floating in the cloud of her dreams
and he’s…

yelling
screaming

more…
…agitated…

with each
and
every step…

she
floats…
lost in a land
away from this / his madness…
floating to a place

where dreams come true
???

not crashing
smashing
screaming
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking london ontario

and he’s…

getting louder
hysterical
angrier

more ferocious
with each
and
every step…

…she floats…

her life
stationary
waiting
for the dream
to
* fucking *
take hold…

he
walks
she
floats
to the entrance
of Citi Plaza

he slams down his
tiny bike
he’s been pushing
to the
concrete floor,

they
float
into
citi plaza
into
a big dose of
trouble.

i float
with trepidation
to another interview
another chance
another opportunity
another possibility

i feel
misaligned
with my
collared shirt,
feeling
less alive
than
crystal meth
lovers…
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking london ontario.


Notes

Based on a true incident (P.S. I got the job – but, have moved on!). It made me wonder what the fuck was going on – feeling slightly “off” with my own reality. I was reflecting on who I am & / or was. When I revisited the whole “scenario”, a poem was born, I was surprised with the perspective I took. Why do I feel less alive than the meth-heads in fucking London Ontario? Does a collared shirt bother me that much? (A: you’d be surprised!) I’m not sure I got across how ANGRY he was! He was furious. She was stoned and complacent to his rising anger…the dynamic between them was intoxicating.

Written: September 2nd & 3rd, 2017


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