“Opiate War” by ©ontainer

When you live downtown, you see some things. I’m just a guy with windows.

“Opiate War”

Smokestack

Steam pipe

Snow falls

In the half light

Red clay

On the South Shore

I can’t feel my feet no more

Needle

On the sidewalk

Small men

With their big talk

Everybody’s got an open mind

Everybody’s got a closed door

I can’t feel my face no more

Big wave

In a big storm

I’m so cold

But I’m so warm

There’s a sharp pain

And a great war

I can’t feel my pulse no more