BLOOD MONEY

something with a groovy bass line man

Dependent; vigilante addict manic, sloppy pressing quick telephone alphabet keys,

the buttons lock up on you like the door behind you when you leave to catch your breath,

but catching up is like a spinning head when you forget yesterday is never coming back,

dazed and drawing mazes for the fables of your reality check,

but check me in to that hospital bed,

strap me down, tape me up, f**k the cup I'll take the tap,

morphine dripping down the shallow of my back,

drug induced flashbacks laying flat,

ride by stash tight get high,

sit and spinning in the haze of my brain for i don't dare to do the same,

thoughts provoking aching silent pain,

frantic sputtering of useless commentary like “this is what depression looks like”

pointing to a pile of overgrown clothes,

dirty clean and barring open holes,

bummy accent to the fright of my defeat,

bloody ankles exposed walking through the busy streets,

ageing shadows of my unwanted hygiene fixation with rough around the edges glamour gloom vexation,

royal stale scent like old smokers savored crown royal bags,

but the fact of the matter is I just want my old body back,

young with exciting prize fighting scars,

story swapping memory marks,

now malfunctioning corridors of chemical corroded vitals,

focus targeted on not acknowledging the body splitting piles.

Independent; villain stalking walking through the dark of unknown neighborhoods with barking dogs like howling monkeys in a zoo,

but the proof is in the view of playboy mansion style home dreams,

petty advances towards success and money making quests,

like selling ink infested blood cause I just cant get enough,

not enough to give time for vein popping price life in a nice gesture of help,

sperm cell banks only take the best quality human beings,

fine jaws and nice jobs,

clean systems not hard life like victims,

winners givers and top dollar contenders,

oh well: I didn't wanna sell my sperm anyway.

- addisone

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Interesting flow of thoughts. I did like the ending. Life take us to many places. Do we decide the ending? Thank you for sharing the words and thoughts.
Coyote