not free yet

 

 

 

not free yet


when we went to bail greg

out of prison

i brought a six-pack

in my bag

he’d been in 30 days

and was thirsty

i paid the bail cop

and we waited

greg came through the doors

he was not excited

or even social

but suppressed

and delayed

a cunt had fucked him over

told cops a story

she would take back in court

to save greg from three strikes

on the prison grounds

we ducked behind a hedge

and cracked our beers

greg relaxed

opened

returned

back in newport we hit billy’s

i left the bar for my room

to retrieve greg’s home-coming

present

greg took the barrel of morphine

into the men’s room

while john and i drank

greg came out fast

he grabbed us off our stools

saying, “LET’S GO! LET’S GET

OUT OF HERE! NOW!”

he was too high, he said

and i was not stoked to leave the bar

in the street greg was more agitated

than high

he feared everyone in the bar

would know

he had shot up

that he was too fucked up

to be seen in public

as if this had worried

him

before