Shot Poem by James Charles Hutsell ( Aka Butch )

The needle pierces the epidermis
to find a waiting vein
though the instrument point isn't sharp as new
'tis worth a little pain

I feel warmth and a slight burn
as it travels like a speeding train
from needle, vein, then pounding heart
and finally to my brain

The things one does to find some peace
escape the haunting pain;
stick a needle in my arm
or a shotgun to my brain


(10/10/10)