Dischord

Find the running track mark, shoot the dream:
Into your warm blood stream-
Doesn't stop your heart-keeps it going.

All of these hard drugs are only placebos
in this misery of mine.

Love started this dischord
Peace is only in photographs
Hope is an Ill child.

When I pause this self imposed genocide
(or run short on cash)
I'll wake with a clear pounding head
and take a peek beyond the next fix.

Love, may slow this world down.
Peace, can be tangible
Hope a covered prescription.