CELEBRATORY SAVAGES

A unit of dysfunction
I see before me
like a secret that must be kept,
there are no fair warning
in the vanities of families,
locked in vice and deadly sins,
carried like designer labels
tucked in the fabric, stitched
in the inseam of blood and time

physical dependence, absence, and
ignorance, debilitary pieces in the
game of life, in every addict, denial
it's wife left in a dark closet of obscurity

and they will convince
it is as it should be
in bathroom parties
on New Years Eve
festering their disease

a living room sofa overflowing
with high pitch chatter boxes
of nonsense and drivel
after every sip of incoherence
Cocaine crystal apparent under
nasal passages, celebratory savages

I flick my cigarette over the balcony
and watch it slowly descend
twenty three stories down

Author's Note

This is a poem that deals with issues within family, friends and addiction...celebration and gatherings where control substances are abused...hey I live in NYC, it runs rampid....I just write what I see.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

As Charlie Sheen once said...WINNING!

[Kaylor Mason]

Crystal-clear and truthful. Nice vision in your powers of expression

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well I see you hold o unches when dealing with such feelings and emotoins, a very well written piece,w ell done, good read.

[Ruth]

Excellent portrayal love...its great how if we step back and just write what we see how it blooms into another life on the page/screen! Amazing love xoxo

[Droll Prole]

Interesting observations and insights here, our New Years parties are always so tame.

[Lily Mae]

You took what it is you see and created a brilliant, raw and perfect write on it.. I could feel every word. Such vain disconnect we have, and yet the only hope that I see is the man ..looking over the balcony watching the ashes fall twenty three stories.x

[Aidz]

Rene you are the master of observation and pull me into yr world and allow me to look with your eyes and I slip into your skin and drink of yr emotions......

[Larry Dyson]

son like father.. yes..paying the same debt to society...

[EMMIE]

YES! IT HAPPENS EVERY DAY NOT JUST IN NY BUT ALL OVER THE WORLD I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU CALL IT LIKE YOU SEE IT. THERE IS A REALNESS AND SOMETHING WE CAN ALL RELATE TO IN ONE WAY OR ANTHER IN THIS POEM. GOOD WORK

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I love the ending, I could just picture this slow descent in my mind.