Les Rêves Canadiens


They warp their time
     And lead lives surcease of pain
Until mere crystals and white dust remain.
     The toys of this most deadly play
Lay spilled across the nursery floor,
     While grown-up babies cry out for more
And pushers, in sang-froid, fleece their prey.
     Here lies a tube fied to a bowl: a pipe!
And scattered there glow candy-coloured pills,
     And clogged needles junkies didn't wipe.
Any drug is used to raise their thrills;
     This limbo world of life in death
Is like a sea mist charged with bolts
     Of energy that shortens breath
And measures the seconds between jolts.


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