poor jim
jonesing
if it's not one thing
tis another
walking the early  light of a beautiful morning.
not looking
at the sky
but on the ground
for cigareetes long enough
for him to put to his
lips

and
jonesing
for other things
it never ends
if he was
with me
his mind would be
on things such as this
not me
just something else to
put in his mouth