Hey Girl
I’d like to take a hit    off of you!
He said in that smoky voice that
could curl your blood
(my drug of choice)

Charlie was a looker   a cooker
a poker-faced junkie
the monkey on my back
A hitman   a conman   a hack
who played me in spades!
He’d say “Hit me Baby!
                  Hit me!”
when he wanted to get laid

No drag   toke   swig   
or line   could compare
with the dark substance he injected
Our nights of cold ash   and hot sin 
my addiction   our affliction
the way he drew me in— 
how he drank me down 
was in his cups
swallowed me whole
used me up   Up and UP!

He was my favorite hard rocker 
and roller of dice
(no joke  he was dope!)   
born to romance   to entice
Loved to take chances 
couldn’t get enough
of a high   of goodbye

Lord knows
he was hooked  
He was booked
the night he hungered
and strayed   from our crib 
Gambled it all away                         
on another number

No surprise  
that he showed up   cold
on my doorstep one day
when he played his last hand
Truth be told   he was chill
He was ready to beat the band
until… 
finally      I      fucking      flipped      my      lid!
He said  “Hit me Baby!
                  Hit me!”
one more time
And so   I did!!!