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"Poets Against Drugs"
deserves our attention and support!
Although this poem was written to support this program and
refers to having a "monkey on your back", the "monkey"
could easily be any problem that has control of us.
We may get advice and seek advice but
in the end...
when we are ready to
change
and take control of our lives
with courage and determination
all our answers lie within ourselves!
No one else holds our answers.
Monkeys
i laughed
at his antics
pulling his tail
"he's not mine!"
i jumped higher into
"it's not my tree!"
the nightlife
stroking
each body
with spotlight dancing
injected drinking
laughing needles
the days i came
home
alone
drew me again
perhaps
l
o
v
e
and its wanting
or maybe
fearing nothing
because
invincible thoughts
keep a perfect beat
controlling
"not to me!"
still
i want more
lies
tinted in every shade
except sunny
"no way...
not on my back!"
wedges
tightly
blocking any real dream
shooting
into my sanity
i'm lost
in the lovely, deceitful tears
so cute
with promising eyes
needing today's thought
of a roller-coaster ride
inching slowly to the top
climbing
and then...
a rush
of gulping air
swinging
from place to place
"come here monkey!"
my back...
the deal!
too late
the payback
landed
leaving jagged teeth marks
and shards of shattered glass
stained
bleeding
for help
at the last supper
because my life
was the meal!
"get him off me!"
god, give me a sign
of the cross
burning
touching
changing
another chance to
heal!
soft`rain
August 5, 1998
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