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.,

Vegas,

Avalon,

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

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a

v

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n

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.

conversations

our lonely afternoons

branded in my memory

haunt me

worse than a slow death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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