Here's your cocaine

Here's your cocaine

A Poem by Muse
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okay okay...4th review in....I've never touched drugs in my life! So if you can relate..so sorry. But impressed that I can write persuasively. Thank you!

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Sit with me, and I'll prepare something special for you.
With just a spoonful of sugar,
I'll sweeten-up and embellish, this dead crow that once flew.

Get closer.
Your turn; take a blow of this snow.
I'm prepared to catch your nose bleed, inside my porcelain bowl. 
 

When finished,
let us dance beneath the chandelier. Let us gaze upon the dense opacity.  Let us see these new atrocities.  Let us observe, watch and listen, as our pupils begin to dilate and darken.  

And if we sing; this hare in my lap, the fish in the sink, we'll use them as our audience.  They will remain silent, but harken.


Watch my friend as the clock strikes twelve.
Snow White and her Prince will meet us here very soon.
If lucky, she'll bring you Cinderella's dress tailored in fine silk, and colored in blue.

Want more?  Use my razor to cut through the looking glass of maladjustment and calamity.
Regal with me; enjoy this moment of rolled dollar-ed bills, and frivolity.

I'll shuffle the cards.
Another poker game might make you feel light
as a feather. Bare breast dipped in dopamine, just adds to the pleasure.

The table can walk, the bird is alive now..hear it squawk.
Hickory dickory dickory dock.
When the clock strikes twelve the devil will come.
He'll bring the wine, and he'll bring the sweet rum.

((White powder coverlets the senses))

It's odd; you know?  How the ice turns soft. Soft becomes cold. Cold becomes hot.
Stranger yet...last nights spaghetti. It got caught in my throat, it still sits in my stomach, all tied in a knot.

When the clock strikes twelve, my neighbor will come.
He's my Cousin's, Sister's Brother, born from a different Father and Mother.  He'll bring us more cocaine.  But I must warn you. Can you keep a secret?  He's a little off. Perhaps a little insane.  
















© 2014 Muse


Author's Note

Muse
I can't possibly try to share with you my inspiration here. So I will instead..plead the 5th. But as all of you know, I'm always looking for a new way to mess with the reader. So my intent here, was to overwhelm the senses, much the same way that cocaine does.





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I adore such trippy trips sideways round the honeycombed mind where inside of every crevice a rhythmic pop pop on an easel will claw away all fabricated nuances of what poetry is 'supposed to be' and deliver a brand new dish of mind bending delectable delicacies of imaginative play~ lovin on the cross pollination of fairy tales with urban drawl~to be completely honest with you I don't have to guess at all at the magiks that spark such creative wonders since my brainpan is chock full of squirming swirling images in broad surreal screen 24/7~ this banquet of exotic fare I understand better than everyday poetic ramblings~ this is Dali tripping the high wire fantastic with Nina Hagen~ LOVE IT~perfect meter also if I may add which adds to the mental cadence of the reader~

Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Yes your have succeeded in making me uncomfortable...that discomfort that comes from loss of control, and the inability to distinguish between reality and illusion that comes with this particular territory. It's a scary place if not for that reason alone, but for where it also may lead, as you remind us in the last stanza. Don't think I'll ever try messing with this substance.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I knew people who used the drug cocaine. I never understand the quick high and fast downfall. For a $100 you can buy a lot of beer and liquor. I like the artwork and the journey you took with your words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i love your unique writing style and rhyming scheme!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Like the way you combine the visionary side of drug taking and the physical side,it was a great idea to introduce the spaghetti/stomach image,it deflated the phony kind of pseudo-religious imagery poems about drugs often have. And I´m very glad you don´t use drugs.some poets did,but you write well so you don`t have to.Good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The real creativity reflected here in your craft... The imagery along with theme of cocaine, was an authentic captivation ... :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eric Clapton would appreciate this...as I do now.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazing !

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very intriguing read...You definitely took me on a trip with this one! Your imagination is limitless. This is amazing! I knew this was going to be something unique from the start- "Sit with me, and I'll prepare something special for you. With just a spoonful of sugar, I'll sweeten-up and embellish this dead crow that once flew." Brilliantly penned!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow
Incredible


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You do mess with the mind of the reader and that's why we love you.. You allow us as users or non users to take a wild trip through the madness one more time or for the first time.... Not that I've ever vacationed there but lol...xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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