“My lungs always soot-seared, fingertips roving for a setting.” PoetryLostPoetPoemDrugsPercocet Summer Author:Paige Johnson
“Here, I only gamble alone. The pachinko parlor’s arcade lights don’t amuse me anymore, any more than the soda-maid’s motorized smile.” PoetryAddictionIronyJapanGamblingDrugsPercocet Summer Author:Paige Johnson
“I don’t bet on horses. I beat their meds into pixie dust, a couple grams doled into baggies. DOA with no face to save, I fall asleep, taking over the kind of life I always wanted.” PoetryPoemsGamblingDrugsPercocet SummerFear Loathing Author:Paige Johnson