There’s an Addict in the House

There’s an Addict in the House and they’re Cracking Down all over town. We have programmed him to report at First Light but Confidence is running low. Hey Man! Given the opportunity he will ruin our scene. Somewhere his ancestral home still stands. Let’s stash him there. In the place where the wind comes up from the Lake. Where Elders drive by and Mourners high-five. Where resolutions are covered in cellophane. Cold in a bowl. What will happen to him is anyone’s guess. Caesar felt the first knife and thought it was the last. First Published by Iconoclast