Cody Crossland

Gutter Junky


i saw you last in cabaret afternoon

doing your lingerie strut before

the has-beens and the never-weres.


you were only passing through,

on your way to L.A.,



no regard for tomorrow,

as long as the money spent


I feened for you

jonesing in midnight tears

gutter junky looking for a fix.

to mainline you and feel the warmth

spread like h






you had your own angels to chase

and now im leaving new york

on a west bound train

carrying you like a disease


looking for you

in every face,

and laugh.


our lonely afternoons

branded in my memory

haunt me

worse than a slow death.








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