Dead as a Doornail

Don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me

Holding up the doorframe of my life.
inspiration's forest
          was not as sound a sleeper
          as we thought
slicing wrists and cut lines
          never did nobody no good
or so it seems to these three coathangers
newsprint on my forehead.
all in a bad time
          considering what's left of
          my ink

For Drew Burch

Scott Vanya

For over 25 years, Scott has been practicing poetry so that both he and his poems may become as open, honest, and truthful as possible.

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