Ask any of us: “what is the opposite of addiction?”

Holy moments live in guitar notes

Layla

Sweet child of mine

Or red paint brush strokes

Guided by wolves’ hands from thousands of years ago in the future

Inspiration for. A poem in nonsense semantics good for ordering a cheeseburger or telling a young girl

Your younger distraught self – still with him – sitting across from you at the table in the coffee shop down from your studio

Ordering a cheeseburger or crying out to another animal

I hear you

I was once like that

I can help

There is a solution

You can drink or smoke or inject or do whatever you want because

you have climbed this far on your own

and are owed at the very least the freedom

to keep choosing where

which

direction

to put your fingers next.

You can choose and should you choose this solution

“a solution “

the one that worked for me (us)

We are here.

It is our oath:

“When anyone anywhere reaches out for help”

We are here.

We have an idea this might be the way this might be the way

to one eyed Willey

to the tree

past the bar and bottles and mirrored wall and house walls and deals over nods and cash in hand and incessant asks for just one person to care to say I’m here.