Drugs r Quick

Drugs r Quick

A Poem by M. Keala Milles, Jr.
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Just the ramblings of a sometimes-addict

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Drugs Are Quick
Thursday 14 November 2002 approximately 2200 hours:

 

 

If I could OD / on Tylenol 3 / enterec-encoated codeine / little white pills with capital V’s / and Superman 3’s / Triple stacked / like flapjacks / UC / sugar-coated / Smack / Crackle / pop / please / don’t over-react / Jack / I just promoted / this sickness / be a witness / to this / evolving quickness / I’m a genius / with this enviable drug / amiable seriousness / desirable slugs / like shots to the dome / take you home / to a place you never knew existed / twisted / like a cone / straightened out like a bill / pointed down / towards white lines / disappearing in the blink of an eye / a wrinkle in time / the fifth dimension / is just a simple reflection / of my unknown crimes / my hidden detention / my intention / is more like an invention / of rhymes / that definitely don’t commit to your conventional crimes / or fit your retention / of my demented reasons why / did I forget to mention / all the things on my mind? / If I could get away with murder / I would kill myself and burn for / all the sins that I committed / and the ones that I still yearn for / I wasn’t convicted / but I’ll still try to evict / your peace of mind / try to find / some silent time / to yourself / good luck / getting away from everybody else / let me know if I can help / I’ll slaughter the masses / the lyrical assassin / leaving cynical gashes / in each larynx / of every bystander that passes / by my path / I take chances / by my heel I care not / by my steel / I make dances / when you feel what I got / to give / it all / that’s how I live / I fall / it’s who I am / I call it / Adderol /

 

 

I need syringes and stitches / for these unceasing itches / try to prevent the twitches / caused by voices of b*****s / screaming in my ear / vicious / casting curses like witches / I don’t know what I fear / it switches / to more than dark visions / locked in my memory / the things that I hear / got no choice / but to drop another bomb of paper / hallucinations / caused by youthful rejuvenation / of innocent imagination / and gregarious translation / of dreams into cognitive thoughts and creation / of new hopes and goals and of simple explanations / for why I am always in need of libation / why I can’t stop drinking / why I can’t stop debating / with myself / no relaxation / over reasons to live / reasons to die / reasons why / it’s not okay to cry / treasons of my feelings / as they turn against me / every season / it’s like facing a different enemy / my personalities / divide and conquer / bitter defeat / through enmity / in total polarity / I wage war on myself / fighting for prosperity / leading to sweet victory / hopefully / I lie lifeless at my feet / hopelessly / a mirror image / looking back at me / behind white lines / again / almost like bars of a jail cell / a stone coffin / wherein / a stoned cough is / more pleasing than a stone / ceremony / cuz nothing / bears witness / to my testimony / listen / no one will bail me out of this sentence / periods of unworthy confession / lengthy regression / my depression / is nothing more than / lovely paranoia / distraction from the very thing that annoys ya / with other things that should only bore ya / instead they bother ya to the very core / I got a nucleus of nuisance / and a center of corruption / and a brain filled with the juice of constant interruption / can’t stop the voices / not with needles / not with pens / not with pills / not even speed will take me faster to the end / not with smoke / not with jokes / not with thoughts of happy places / not with blood / not with death / not with clean and friendly faces / not with animals / whether as pets / or as victims / not with nooses / too loose / to truly constrict – I’m / never gonna find that thing called happiness / so I just give up and take a leap from the buttress… / Jocasta was my mother / but I’m not Oedipus / nor am I Hamlet / though my step-dad was Claudius / that explains why my life is poisonous / it’s venomous / it’s a serious / condition / it’s a delirious / edition / outside Verona walls / drugs are quick…

© 2009 M. Keala Milles, Jr.


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M. Keala Milles, Jr.
M. Keala Milles, Jr.

Waianae, HI



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