Here's your cocaine

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!

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.  

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

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~

[Inyourshadow]

White powder sounds like a suicide tequilla where you snort the salt drink the shot and squeeze the lime in your eye lol, mess with my head all you like muse as my muse does go see what he penned for new tears eve sorry new years eve lol.
The ending is perfect as we are the sane ones not them.
Keep em' coming and I return the Happy New Year my friend

[Larry Dyson]

surrealiastically beautiful...very consuming Muse..

[Vinyl Affair]

I've gone through trippy experiences myself, I know how that feels. It's like a virus spreading through your veins, well done, I can almost taste the freedom once again. Well written, and slightly provocative.. I like. Keep writing and I will keep reading.

[roarke]

I think I'd rather read this than draw lines of cocaine.

great illustration, fits perfectly.
Although after all that, I don't think I'd be able to pick my head up off the table.

A gorgeous piece, rampant creativity, erotic/exotic drug induced happy place.
I can tell you make all the "A" new year's party lists.
btw, a bare breast IS L-dopamine.....

cocaine's got nothin' on your genius.

[Eagle Cruagh]

While tickleing her under the chin he whistled
for Rin Tin Tin and when she came he whistled
go way again.
What fun we have with dopy minds and bumps and grinds,
but its all in fun, must I yell, or can you tell ?
What is this ? A review ? Just took off when you
opened the door.

Thanks for the new fun for the New Year.
----- Eagle Cruagh