Addiction

                                                                   ……it’s my nephew’s addiction that bothers me, he’s close to me, but when he’s near his addictive condition got him miles away, on display but untouchable. Approachable, but he can’t take in what I have to say; it makes one pause, cause he can’t hear me anyway, it’s killing me to watch him waste away. His death is anticipatable, it’s like he’s already a ghost sent to teach me the un-relatable. He rather sleep on the street and he ain’t capable, he thinks he’s hot, but he ain’t dateable.  he’s periodically beat up and stepped on, he needs to keep a blade or two, but he can’t pivot, because that liquor turned him into a small digit, his life is real rigid, but dig it, he thinks he’s in control when he rolls, even when he walks into poles.

….too much mileage; he can’t start over  even if he was driving a rover. Now I hear some dude just strolled up, left his face swoll up; holdup… I jumped up, then I sat down, I forgot he wants to be that clown, he mess me around, when I tried to straighten him up and down.