stuck on a hook....................................................................

cobalt metal monkeys cling

in reeling creative circus chaos

like dripping molten ash

ache from the fallout

you exhale darkly riddled pain

i inhale smoky denial

lives lit on fire

spun in gray matter

disjointed cold sober allegories

falling from a desolate sky

craving kicks inclination

embers hitting pay dirt's

fix'd enslavement

stuck on a hook

self destruction’s behavior

bent on indifference’s 

obsessive sweet tooth

jonesing for a speeding bullet  

an injurious habit's alibi

shot through the eye

at the scene of the crime

more than one fatality suspect

poppy blooms wither'd

sacrificed in crimson's desire

whilst laid out in entomb'd 

conviction's escaped act of faith

Author's Note

Reviews

[Devesh]

I can't say I fully understood what you wrote( your writing is very layered, William!) but what I did understand, I loved. Great writing, Frieda! :)

[Madalyn Beck]

This is an intense write that left your emotions burning and alive in my veins. A powerful write! I feel I can relate to this one so closely. Being stuck on something or someone so tightly that you end up getting burned.. and burned.. and burned. Fantastic write! xo (:

[just Penny]

I can't sleep and am clicking on everything. I am so glad I clicked on your poems because this is packed full of scenes and images that got me thinking. " lives lit on fire spun in gray matter" speaks to me of upset in a relationship but feels more like odds with the entire planet and unable to find any peace. Intense but enjoyable :)

[Cory Barrett]

Gorgeous writing. I can taste the conviction and suffocation in you words. Hung up on a matter that will not allow you to be released, yet wants nothing to do with you. Going back again, and again. Each time experiencing pleasure, but never satisfaction.

[Einstein Noodle]

"Cobalt is a chemical element with symbol Co and atomic number 27. Like nickel, cobalt in the Earth's crust is found only in chemically combined form, save for small deposits found in alloys of natural meteoric iron."
"Cobalt is the active center of coenzymes called cobalamins, the most common example of which is vitamin B12. As such it is an essential trace dietary mineral for all animals. Cobalt in inorganic form is also an active nutrient for bacteria, algae and fungi."

it is also deep blue :)
you hooked me from the start Frieda! one of your best my friend ... you whirl worlds with your words ... so much to savor in your particularly destructive descriptions ... oh where is the humanity?? one addiction most prominent in my mind is one that lures a "partner" back to the beating ..over and over and over again ... at least the allure of a drug takes away the pain ..at least for the moment .. had to put this in my library girl... you are at your best says i
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[redzone]

Inner deamons fuel addiction I think... whether from trying to escape from them to the very real physical effects.. your poem captures much of this I think. Sometimes we are hooked by the fantasy that it won't happen to us and then wham. How does anyone really deal with all this?? Not just what the addict goes through in trying to stop but also the ripple affects that engulf whole families, tears them apart in so many ways even if all working to help.

I had a close friend who was addicted to heroin, sat with him for 4 days while he went through withdrawal. He was clean for 6 months before using again. The desire never left him the whole time. Your poem reminded me of his struggle and the affects on all those who loved him. His name was Gonzalez, but we all called him "Gonzo". He needed more than we could give him. He would have loved your poem Frieda, nodding his head over each line as he read.

You, your son are loved and respected Frieda. xxoo ~~redzone

[bitz]

Poppy bloom...desire. sarcastic indeed

[David Scott]

Get the monkey off your back eh? Yes, we make a living with the little dancing critters. Sometimes it seems we do get "entomb'd conviction's" and no matter how much we strive to find our faith or even exercise it, we find the chains beyond our comprehension to break free.
It is a good thing to note here, this is when we must trust a power higher than our own...
I think this is a poem many will find helpful and relatable Frieda. Well done.

[FlamingPhoenix]

What would be good for me, I can easily set aside. What crushes me is often the choice I make. Beautifully written--as always!

[Tom]

Why is it that what's bad and injurious to our well-being, quite often tastes so good ??

Another creative, erudite, poetic write on the many foibles of humanity, inspiring indeed Frieda P!