poverty a disease a poverty

being sick in conditions like these,
well,
it's a squalor
you wouldn't know.

i thought that it was tempering,
but no:
it's plain
miserable.
 a cut right down to the fucking measure.
proper measure.

tramadol
ibuprofen
codeine
paracetamol
ibuprofen
bromazepam
bromazepam
bromazepam

plenty of water.

doesn't go away easy.

&
mere 
80 mills
of methadone
would sort me out;
flu or not,
pox
vomito negro,
marburg or cold,
&
have me walking 
on amputated stumps.
if i had it.

&
when i do go under
i dream those high cranes,
bodies stringed,
juxtaposing skyline,
swinging,
gently.