I am obsessed crucified
by the ravages of my countless wrongs.
No longer balanced or humanely sane
inside this contaminated body of mine
I was always nondescript – ask anyone.
Yet there is something exceptional about
this addiction of pure untainted powder
left undressed - in its straight soldierly white lines.
My nose has long been foreshortened
more resembling a muzzle -
clipped back to keep the debris predators away.
I am recklessly corroding on my own intoxication,
as dead as the worm in this bottle, of fast