Speedballs

By Hilary Sideris

A little Tuinal at tea time

or for breakfast on the road

 

helped with the lack of jam

& scones. I played for days

 

on downers, not for pleasure,

but to shift from shitty fame

 

to busy lull, till I discovered

speedballs: cocaine & heroin

 

to take you up, bring you

back down. I still can’t fathom

 

why Scotland Yard bothered

to tap our phones, plant acid

 

in our cars? Chasing a band

of tripping troubadours,

 

how fucking bored

were those coppers?


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