Crooked On Phonics

Another head knocking a*s shocker from the Local Ugly Maniac.

I am a horrid drug addict

It begins with the tap tap of the street syringe that gives life to the off time beats of the music

Please don’t mind my ADHD ADD because I must have my XYZ’s confused

My diagnosis is hopeless

And the doctor has a prescription for imaginary ailments

while drugstore cowboys inhale that

Ex-pe-a-li-docious

I bump lines of blue curves and red margins

Imagining armies of green clovers, purple moons and blackened sins

Unlock mysterious miseries in the smoky trees of memory seeds

Puff

Puff

Give

fool, don’t f**k up my rotation

A touch of exhalation, shotgun Angel’s dust into the faces of this idea pregnant nation

I am an intellectual crack Pusher

More bags of creative tar than Spiders from Mars and the Cat Ziggy who played guitar

And heroin?

She’s All in

 The female protagonist with more cures than acetaminophen

Stacks of metaphoric alcoholic nectar never runs dry

We are all drunk on the minds of a thousand lies of our inner eye

And the addiction grows in every time the rain dries and a relative dies

And the addiction grows in every time we swallow pills and magic paint spills  

And the addiction grows when Meth labs blow causing blood flows to create stanzas of despression

And we create a session of lines of impeccable truth

And spines of books are written in the life lines and across sky lines of the youth

I say stay hooked on the Phonics

Addicted to dream tectonics

Detoxing is the pleasure of pen to paper verbonics

 

 

 

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

How do you know you have a drug problem?When the cop tells you to walk the wtite line you get down on your knees and try to snort it.
I love the poem.especialy the meth lab blowing.people don't realize how dangerous those meth labs can be.it is true that all that cool shat you love o read was mainly written on a whole lot of drugs.I am a mommy now,so I changed my ways but back in the day I could write all night and half way through the next day.keep up the good work .I think it's cool and I don't care how many drugs it took to write it

[Doreen]

Plutonium Nyborg nosedive. I like the drug you're pushin' - blue lines and red margins. Hehe...we can see anything we want to see in the induced world of imagination - purple clouds and bees with knees. Keep the writing coming, please.
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[Crowley]

I went to the adjective clinic the other day and they gave me adverbs to try and kick the adjective haze I was in. What I found out is that with a noun and a couple qualifiers, an accent mark and a f*****g wingding, the adverbs get me higher than the adjectives ever did. Now I got a English teacher at my house cooking up my s**t so I can sell it to the kids in my hood, liitle s***s can't get enough. Saw one reading a book, a kindle and some poetry on an Ipod all at the same time.

[OT]

oh yes back with style!! a load of subtle rhymes mixed in with a whole load of craziness - yet genius craziness - your intelligence is never in doubt - the words and images you find defy us all!!! brilliant as always!! my favourite has to be the play on colours!! sheer brilliance!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Yay!!! *clap*clap*clap*

I feel like I've been free-basing on an ad-lib stand-up performance of poetry in a basement bar, smoggy with cigarette smoke and fumes of Jack.

[Coyote Poetry]

Writing had been my detox for many years. I tries the booze and all the herbal cure. The paper and pen give me peace and calm only. Great story and description in this poem. You are always a pleasure to read. Have fun and be safe.
Coyote