A visceral peek into the mind of an American Junkie's mind during a year-long struggle with Substance Abuse Disorder
I write what I feel and I feel what I write. Free Verse Poetry of a "Rated R" variety.
My goal was not to paint the worst picture of modern addiction but to give American Junkies suffering from SUD a reason to pause. Hopefully, the afflicted will relate to the material in a personal way that leads to recovery.
Substance Use Disorder is a disease and is curable. No one needs to suffer or die from this disorder anymore.
Connection is the opposite of addiction. I believe we can help each other. "American Junkies helping American Junkies.
Excerpt
"Junkie Wizdom"
Layin there
On the floor.
Needing;
Just-
a little bit more! Be
Veins
Pulse
In To My
Core.
What?
It's not there?
Life's unfair!
Can't stop;
Can't go on.
In despair!
Seriously-
I Don't Wanna Die!
But it's been like this for so long
I Don't Wanna Lie
Cause lying is ummmm. Just wrong?
I'll give truth a try-
Okay?
I like
Junk that way
Hell -
I like junk all-day
What?
And Seriously
I Don't Wanna Die
I just keep on shooting
Searching high...
(Lie)
Okay I'm just looking for a higher high
Cause I can't stop
No!!
I'm not
Shooting fish in a barrel;
I put Horse before the Cart
And...
My Gallery ain't full of no fucking art
Get it?
So-
Do I stop and pray?
That ain't my dogma
Wait for a change
Well if it ever happens
Then on that fine day
Maybe I'll put all this junk away.
And Quit?
They say quitting "so hard"
It takes all your heart -
But Junkie Wisdom knows the truth is-
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
