Morphine & Honey – Poem by Howie Good

I should quit this shitty job.

She should slip off her dress.

Where there’s nothing,

there should be something,

a delta of morphine and honey,

the flickering fluorescent light

of a crinkly yellow flower.

I should fall asleep beside her

and sometime later wake up in the dark

and not know what city I’m in.

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