Two Poems

by Carla Klein-Smith. 


PARTY TIME

Living it up, I am so happy
Even when life is totally crappy
I dance, I laugh, I smoke
I think, I cry, I choke

My heads hurts, sore brain
Sniffed way too much cocaine
My life is so full of fun
Why does it feel like such humdrum?

Pack the spliff with weed
Drink Berrocca with my speed
Anything to get away
From the boredom of another day

Fingers stained by nicotine
Struggle to remember where I'd been
It is more that a little hazy
Lack of memory drives me crazy

Poppers always up my nose
Hold the railings in a model's pose
I need to escape and feel free
And just be whoever I want to be.


A JOURNEY

We are on a journey together
Someone's elbow digs my rib
A shoulder wedged in my arm
So many people yet so calm

We aim for somewhere perhaps together
Newspaper upon newspaper all open
Struggling for some space
Trying to find my place

We are all alone but still together
You look at me, I look away
We could be friends, but I don't care
This isn't our time to share

I reach my goal, no longer together
Our brief closeness ends
We are all doing our own thing
What will my day bring?