Beyond coping
My so-cajoled opiate boats barely register deathfetching dopeloads.
Reading what daunting schemes my weed’s haunting smoke wrote
Steam-wreathed my coned hopes
Alone, with the rest of the coaxed
Feeling what I promise is the breath of her ghost
Her cluttered bedside stranger to the Bible
Strength left me. Bereft, unable even to try to reset
The abandoned chess set of my life, ivory and sable set
The wet deck, the ditched bishops hitched to heresies
In unsightly undress, hiccuping pawns stood across
From foot-taller moss-bannered knights.
Alchemisland 
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