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

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Man...this is a gritty story that really gets under your skin. The images flood the imagination in such a way that one may need to take a break between each stanza. This is one of those poems that has powerful imagery that comes across through wave after punishing wave. You left no time to recover after each blow. I really enjoyed the way you used the energy of it all.