ode to my friend on a crack binge

you know it feels bad
you don't like it
it felt so bad afterwards

here it is
you do it again, all night long
you grind your teeth and stare, stare
the words coming out of your mouth are mothballed

up all night sitting and watching
sucking and puffing
sticking that shit in a glass cigarette

it feels bad
you don't like it
you do it anyway

your dad is coming up for the weekend
you have so much shit to do
crack in your veins fucking up your solar system
feels so bad afterwards

here is is again
you do it all night, all night long
fucked off your phone, can't feel your legs

I guess I'll try calling you tomorrow