jonny brokenworld
jonny brokenworld sneaks out of the shadows
of alleyways to grab still-burning cigarettes
flicked onto the sidewalks by passersby
most of them are taken down to the filter
but jonny doesnt mind, he smokes the filters
gathers the fumes into the branches of his lungs
"that's where the heroin is," he mumbles to himself
"that's where the heroin is, fuckers"
then he blows his crooked bumpy nose
by placing a thumb over one nostril
& snorting out of the other into the gutter
then jonny slinks back into the alley shadows
& jonny brokenworld sleeps beneath a cold tarp
& jonny brokenworld swims in all of our plasma
