It only took a day

You were right,

Of course.

He’s on another bender

Another heroin one way track

To oblivion

While his son sits beside him

And says,

“I wish dad would be normal

Not like this:”

And he hangs his head down

And makes sleeping noises

Lifts his head up and laughs

Because it’s funny, really,

To a five year old.  

He nestles himself into

The crook of his dad’s waist  

Waiting for him to maybe wake up

But he sleeps on, forever,

In a black, molasses world

Of paradise.