Flesh and bone

Flesh and bone
Blood of wine
Disconnected
I love it when my head spins 

Regrets of a long line
Taking another hit
Paid with me cash
I love it when my world crashes 

Self-made w***e
Vengeance of insecurity
Tell me how much our time is worth
Not a penny less
I love it when my lungs close off

I should have known 
“Enticing eyes”
Come here, baby
Lying to get home
I love it when I’m trapped in choices

It didn’t happen
You’ll never hear from me again
The elixir of lust has worn off
And your cursed money bears no meaning to me
I love it when my head spins

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This is an intriguing poem. We might ask, is this work autobiographical, fictional, or some type of allegory? No way to tell, but we can surmise the speaker comes from a troubled past, apparently having sunk to prostitution: "Regrets of a long line/ Taking another hit". Further on, a line seems to indicate there was little choice in the matter: "I love it when I'm trapped in choices". The poet employs an interesting device throughout the work, an "I love it" refrain, which obviously means the opposite. The last of these refrains is a repetition of the first, providing a nice frame for the whole work. The last verse indicates disdain for the customer to match that for self. A very interesting psychological study here. Good work.

[Lydia Waldock]

It's kind of a autobiographical, and some what a allegory. The way you pull out little choice in the matter is interesting to me but I'm glad you view this that way. I'm quite glad you enjoy this!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

I adored this poem dear Lydia. Hard, direct and amazing honesty.
"You’ll never hear from me again
The elixir of lust has worn off"
The above lines. Powerful and strong. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Wesley Dingler]

I had to read this more than once. It was very good. I was just having a time discerning if you were mentioning selling drugs or selling yourself. Either way, it gave us some insight into the troubles within your spinning head.

For that, I say, good job, Lydia.