five vans parked at house
garbage bags on the windows
looks like meth is back
wherever i go someone is cooking or running a grow op.
Tag: drugs
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the smell of fresh bread
outside the biker’s clubhouse
warns me to beware
true story – a club with anti-tank stantions camouflaged with flowers used to take advantage of the bakery they were next to when cooking crank i remember fondly
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Reading “The Poisoner’s Handbook” by Deborah Blum. Remarkable tales of true-crime and the tools of the trade in the 1920’s. I loved the tales of criminals, coroners, cops and kooks who made poison such a prevalent pastime.
Speaks became real Jan. 20
Where hootch of all kind sold aplenty
As Prohibition ground hard
The local boneyard
Was stuffed with the rich cognoscenti
Down in the Bowery, the Smoke
Is a drink that will soon make you choke
It’s pure alcohol
Charcoal filtered through coal
This poison is really no joke
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Rhonda stands
Outside her crib
Her drug dealer
Pulls up
Fast
She still gets in
Slow
Rhonda lives next door to me. She’s always wandering the streets high on something. Bothering my other neighbor for a drive to make her connection. She doesn’t bother me anymore
Outlaw Poetry 