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~

[MoriartyMesa]

Mirrors with shaved lines, blades gently tapping as they clear one side to the other. Now you know my sense of humor by now, so you know I dig this, well maybe a toot toot, but not my scene, I stick to my w.w.

But the slap at the end there, in the words of Eric Clapton,

'she dont like cocaine'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcellHqqQio

[Mike]

i love imagery provided by the comparisons such as the poker game shuffling the cards for a new game ;)

[Babe Roxx]

I truly enjoy your imagination, Muse, for writing a wonderful poem...I never taken cocaine, and I believe I never will...not my cup of coffee, but I love coffee lol...although, I've had coca leaves in Peru which cocaine is derived from...its the 13th alkaline from that leaf...the other 12 is good for you, its the 13th alkaline that the drug people chemically take from the leaf...I remember, just finish touring Macchu Pichu...I went there on a whim because Pablo Neruda visited that place from a book I read from him...I'll tell ya, it was an effin adventure...but I would buy coca leaves religiously every morning from this old lady who had like a kiosk in this old cobble stone street...I spoke Spanish to her and she was impressed, especially, learning Spanish, on a plane ride over there lol...that stuff keeps you awake and energized! So I could only imagine what cocaine does...which your poem perked me up like that white line. ;)

Sorry, for sounding nerdy, I am a nerd, at times. Nicely done on your poem.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is so powerful and even overbearing like the subject which created artistic euphoria. I love this. Well done.

[Bare trees]

Unfortunately, I can identify with this one quite well. I've been in music sinse a young age and have been around drugs for decades although I do not partake. I've had friends that have died or are hooked to this day and can't get off no matter what they do. It destroys people and some of the creeps you talk about here are real...to me

Another great poem Muse. Always the imaginative one you are.

[Allen Smuckler]

What vivid imagery Beth...Wow!!! and I absolutely love your finale...with your cousin's sister's brother....which I guess would make him your cousin's brother...(equally insane......or not).
I really did love the use of metaphors, but found myself flashbacking to my LSD days NOT my Coke days.....Whoops!
Enjoyed immensely...
allen

[AJ Kristiansen]

Very good... leaves me feeling cold... with dread,... caught within the web of addiction.... of the blurry lines between reality and hard-edged fantasy... pain filled... play filled and where is the line drawn?? Excellent write!!

[Southern Cross]

The New Alice in Wonderland ..I see it coming..Bravo a great write and even better read !

[EMF]

Yeah. I keep coming back. And just to reiterate an older review of mine... Totally Box of Frogs

[ba_mcfarlane]

I think that Aldous Huxley would like this bigtime...Now, I'm no Huxley, but I like it too. Bravo!