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The Basement...

From the corner to the hallways or abandoned buildings to the basement as to jails,
Institutions and eventually Death...

Like most addicts there are dealers that eventually become addicts themselves or
die before going to jail.

Like prostitutes as to pimps from the corner to the block strips, laid out in territorial
maps by the so called callers...ballers as so named.

Runaways… castaways, drifters and loners. Regular people that have given up on life
so now they are controlled. Ran down, ran up and down to the sort of nothingness
that stresses the so called normal eye.

Like policemen, vice and the D.E.A... all the way to the F.B.I
Corrupt and as crooked as a five year old coloring out side of the lines struggling to
get it straight. From raids to planting drugs and surveillance cameras out on a stake
out...and snitches and set ups in frames wide enough to hang us all.

From the tables and chairs that seat addicts neatly in a circle to snort, smoke, shoot
up while exchanging stories of who they use to be, as to what they have or had back
when, promising that one day they are going to stop using people and themselves.

Short or long stories of how they ended up in the basement in the first damn place.

Stories about who died and why...
Stories about who went through the pockets and stole form the dead before calling
the police.

Tales about how Nea- Nea died and they dumped her body in the alley…
Arguments of shorting the split… running off with the cut and paybacks.

Tales of Beth carrying her baby but can't stop smoking while in labor and moving
the plate closer for one more hit off her crack pipe... her water breaks and blood
runs down her legs, with on lookers shaking their they continued to snort,
smoke or shoot up.

While some concerned addict rushes her out basically to steal,
what she has left as they close and lock the door behind her…

Tales of Laura Walgreen’s, she o.d off of anti-depressants and street drugs of how
they moved her body from the table to the cameras and lights peered
on and word spread all across the 5 0'clock news.

From the suburbs, to the corners, to the hallways and abandoned buildings, to...
..The Basement.


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The following comments are for "The Basement..."
by LMJ

The Basement
Very well done thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: October 30, 2006 )

The Basement.
"Regular people that have given up on life" that's the terrible truth at the heart of this piece. bleak, bold, declarative and unsparing. thanks for this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: October 30, 2006 )

Harsh Realities
Such is largely the truth of the unseen world; it is like there is a whole different planet in the basements and alleys of the world.


( Posted by: ArsPoet2789ica [Member] On: October 30, 2006 )


( Posted by: LMJ [Member] On: October 30, 2006 )

someone has to...
...tell the stories of all sides, the flowery parts the loving parts the hateful parts the grateful parts as well as th edark and unimagineable parts...poetry is bundles of emotions open and's pure and honest funny and's life as viewed by the watcher..the listener..the leader. this is why poetry is my friend.

( Posted by: LMJ [Member] On: October 30, 2006 )

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