On the street: 3am

 

I wrote this during my first few weeks at university back in 1999. Looking at it now, it somehow fails to be anything like as powerful as I had hoped, but it was still a valuable step – it was part of the start of my journey as a poet – and comparing it to newer poems, I can take some pride in how my art had been honed over the years. Of course it’s also one of several poems I wrote about the dangers of drug addiction. Losing several friends to it during my teenage years, it was something of a recurring theme in my early work I guess.


1
A gun is cocked.
A syringe is filled
The dealers are stocked
And the victims are billed

Chorus
But it’s early morning
Dawn is on it’s way
To hide our shame
In the light of day

2
A shot is pulled
A needle strikes flesh
No one is fooled, by the packet in the trash

3
A barrel is smoking
A black new penetration.
The girl is choking
Sin pays for addiction

4
An hour or so
A short time to wait
Society is a daytime show
To hide from ourselves what we hate