Dope.

Dope.

A Poem by Asante
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Snack for thought. Peace, beloveds.

"
blue
thumbs and
    red
    hearts and
        nothing
        more and
            more
            of nothing.
 
this is what excites me.
this is what i've bubble-
wrapped in definition. this
is who tomorrow warned
me of: the fractured sense
of shelter in a
cellular device, winding
holes with the wiring
of human artifice, with the
whitening of teeth, with
the lie of knowing You
through digital dial tone.
 
there's art in soullessness:
warhol was a war parade and
bowie was a life and death, both,
knotted in a bow.
 
do drugs
due for cocaine
    kick the habit
    skin the habitat
        backstroke swim
        backward to the shore
            back into her arms
            knowing she is heartless.
 
dopamine.

© 2019 Asante


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The concept of this piece is brilliantly laid from line to line... the dependency bleeds from the screen. An amazing write!

Posted 5 Years Ago


To me your poem, though I notice here two main subjects of drug use and our reliance on the superficiality of technology, touches on a sad reality of our modern age: the use or misuse of technology and our subsequent dependence on it to the detriment of our various relationships and self-worth!
People can have a thousand friends on line but never once did they shake the the hand of one friend.

But things don't have to stay this way!
Each individual can reach within him/herself to regain that natural state of living/being and appreciating human nature, with contentment and peace of heart and mind.

Well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


this makes me think of how much communication has changed and our interactions and attractions with it.
we meet people via new channels now and hit it off in some cases but can't be truly fulfilled without the interaction in the flesh. it's feels empty otherwise. Like eye candy on a screen with no nutritional value

Posted 5 Years Ago


This speaks to me of someone who has/is doing drugs as a substitute for the fake life many lead communicating electronically. The structure you use is quite unique comming in with a different approach and leaving by a seperate door.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Well, my friend, nice to see you back, and to come back as strong as this poem is to be commended. Whether or not this is a personal tale, it most assuredly seems immediate...something from the soul...just a damn fine piece of writing. I look forward to more of your writing.

A good write.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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