The baseball junkie next door stinks like grease.
Looks like he’s about to croak. He ain’t clean.
Been spick and span for six years.
Back then I said goodbye to hocking junk
& bombing liquor. Goodbye
to stealing azaleas and axles, to stockpiling turpentine,
to stewing in the gutter, to holy beaters,
and the street demon peddlers.
I said goodbye to bad shit happening.
That’s when I was transferred to this building,
took one of the only single units left.
From my window I can see robins
jerking around on the branches.
I’d probably kill myself if I was a robin.
Turning up leaves all day to find
nothing. Free as a bird they say, but that’s not
any kind of freedom I want to partake in.
Freedom is a CLEAN mind, a CLEAN body.
And it takes mental focus.
It takes all you’ve got.