Pipe Dreams...
Poem. Dopefiends have dreams too.
One day, my future won’t be contained in a one milliliter syringe.
I’m a dopefiend with dope dreams.
Seismic waves have me lose my footing as the ivory terrain cracks + crumbles beneath me. I sink into temptations, entombed with my aspirations that may never come to fruition.
Push me towards a clear path so I can prevail because I’m searching for clarity beyond the smoke + residue.
I’m hungry. I wish I had proper funds to pay and a stable home so I can say “My rent’s coming due.”
But I’m broke and broken…so I broke in.
One day, I’ll stop making vivid visions evaporate like they’re poor pipe dreams.
The inspiration…
I wish I knew what sparked the idea “dopefiend dreams” when it came to me two months ago while standing in my kitchen, probably while making my coffee. Perhaps inspired by a song, a conversation or what I read. Or maybe it’s a deep interest in writing fictional stories about not so fictional issues that we can’t ignore.
Peace,
alex b.
It flows so delicately but it’s so sad 🥺💜
You continue to not just amaze me but also your followers you have a talent that is unimaginable continue to put out dope work my love home team always your biggest cheerleader