I refer to rhinestones and rain trees
as readily as they appear
written as smitten images
scribbling across my mind.

Heroin. Wait no.    

I'm rhyming
regardless of fake diamonds
and cut trees.
Rainbows and butterflies
racing and pacing
as beautifully as sunshine
chipping away at cold nights. 

Heroin. Stop that. 

Remove tidbits of wrinkles and wages.
I'll race against death,
after all,
the turtle beats time.
Romance and fiction
well......
they go hand in hand,
reading every page
while rapidly reminiscing
fantasies rading morning rays.

Heroin. Please don't.

Rinsing burnt skin
releasing rancid reminders
of old toxic toxins.
Relaxation and REM,
let us fall back again
to vivid realities
of innocent dreams.

Heroin. Not again.

Repeat nightmares,
romping and screaming
resistant to peace.

Herion. Dammit enough!

Rebellious,
no sleep,
wading through fog
rising from a ricin grave.

Herion. Fuck off!!

Relentless reminders
raging roughly against
agressivley addictive timers,
taunting the ticking seconds,
slowly signing bodily funtions
to step away and,
ravenous,
consume sinfuls of seconds.

Heroin. NO!!

Heroin. GO!!!

Heroin and heroin heroically save face, shutting up
shiny diamonds and butterflys, rhinestones and rainbows,
sunshine....
wave goodbye.