The Medicine Man

Six years ago, I walked like the wind. Now I crawl through the days

like a ghost of my skin. I said to the doc, "I can't take

this no more." He said, "Here's a pill. Here's

another. Here's four." The bottle's piled high like the years on my

back. Every dose, another chain, every label a crack.

More morphine, more madness, more lies in my hand. I'm a prisoner,

a shadow, the medicine man. I asked for a cure, they gave me

a plan to drown in the flood of a medicine man. My