Odd Walking Thoughts

And mud walks on. We smear our hands to feel. Isn’t it nice to know. He tilts the bottle one more time until empty. When I tell an addict they’ll be OK they say, “I know.” We walk toward death with an even pace. I ask, “Does it bother you much?”

-M. Taggart

The Ants Go Marching, one, by one.

He always said he wanted to try everything once
and as far as I could see he was nearly there
Only thing is this time it got the better of him
He’s just out of jail and homeless again
lied about the sober house, lied about gaining weight.
Unfortunately using again too. That pisses me off
But it doesn’t matter. I can be as mad as I want
along with the rest of the people who care about him
He’ll die this way. And When he’s gone I’ll still love him.
How long will the state level programs continue to push
them away, waiting lists are long, don’t you know.
I’m sure he knew, when he was ushered out the door already
feeling failure exploding trough his veins. How many more
will stop breathing while high in a heroin dealers ‘home’
‘died of complications’ no charges
No fucking charges. I won’t get into that memory.
My home town might be a piss-ant to the powers that be
But it’s my home town and I love it. Loved it so much
I left its destruction behind. Had too. Not everyone can do that.
Some follow the leader and think trying everything once is a good idea
because they never thought it through. And one by one they go, they go.

-M. Taggart

with a sadness near me i write

Odd Walking Thoughts – Needle Know’s Nothing

Thank you, though. It’s been nice knowing I’m not dead. See the flower over there? He motioned for us to look. We saw the flower over there. See how that flower opens? It’s opening from the Sun. It’s not dead either. He was laying in his bed. He wasn’t alive anymore. Not really. He still had his clothes on. He wasn’t under any covers. But the needle was in his arm. He’d left it there. We think he forgot to take it out. We looked at the flower in the vase. It had been clipped a few days earlier.

-M. Taggart

Chillingly Beautiful -Western MA.

Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood.  -M. Taggart.

Turners Falls, MA. Railroad Salvage. As a child we'd shop here. Many of the old mill buildings along the canal are in similar shape.
Turners Falls, MA. Railroad Salvage. As a child we’d shop here. Many of the old mill buildings along the canal are in similar shape.
Taken from Sugarloaf Mountain in South Deerfield, MA. This is the 'Valley' region of Western, MA. Sunderland is on the left. Whately is on the right. In the distance is South Hadley and Holyoke.
Taken from Sugarloaf Mountain in South Deerfield, MA. This is the ‘Valley’ region of Western, MA. Sunderland is on the left. Whately is on the right. In the distance is South Hadley and Holyoke. I once walked from the very point of where this picture was taken to the mountain range in the distance with my cousin, Adam.

 

Amherst, MA. The Emily Dickinson house. She spent much of her life alone in a room upstairs where she wrote her poems.
Amherst, MA. The Emily Dickinson house. She spent much of her life alone in a room upstairs where she wrote her poems.

 

Northampton, MA. Northampton State Hospital, aka insane asylum. The hospital was shut down when they lost funding and the hospital was forced to literally open the doors. For years patients walked the Northampton streets. The same streets the Ninja Turtles beginnings are tied to.
Northampton, MA. Northampton State Hospital, aka insane asylum. The hospital was shut down when they lost funding and the hospital was forced to literally open the doors. For years patients walked the Northampton streets. The same streets the Ninja Turtles beginnings are tied to.

 

Holyoke, MA. A severe storm with winds hitting 100 mph carved it's way through this dilapidated mill building near the canals.
Holyoke, MA. A severe storm with winds hitting 100 mph carved it’s way through this dilapidated mill building near the canals. I was located on the other side of this building when the storm hit. They said it was straight line winds. I dispute that.
Gill, MA. My home town. Our driveway when I was nine.
Gill, MA. My home town. Our driveway when I was nine.
Springfield, MA. The Dr. Seuss museum.
Springfield, MA. The Dr. Seuss museum.
Shelburne Falls, MA. The high ledges. Among my most favorite places.
Shelburne Falls, MA. The high ledges. Among my most favorite places.
Turners Falls, MA. Anthony Bourdain scored his first Heroin grab near here per his show 'Parts Unknown episode 7'- I went to high school in this town. It was interesting.
Turners Falls, MA. Anthony Bourdain scored his first Heroin grab near here per his show ‘Parts Unknown episode 7’- I went to high school in this town. It was interesting.

copyright M. Taggart.

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