A few days ago I published one of Richard Ball's poems on my Blog, taken from his book
In Memory of Dylan Thomas, published by Gazebo Books in 1969. Due to the good reaction to this greatly under-rated poet, I'm publishing one of my favourite poems of his here today. It's called
Drug Addict, and it manages to tell it like it is in just a few words, the sparsity of words adding to rather than detracting from the subject matter. See what you think!
Drug Addict
See him
in the crouched hour
of his dream,
and lonely ---
the hubbub of his living
grown from the shaft
which pounds all the
young flesh of his days,
feel the intense cur
in him cringe
for the meat-bone of existence,
craving its wound
which wills this life
to him longer,
curse the crazed
tide-race of his veins,
and the loitering man
selling him to death.
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