Here's your cocaine

okay okay...4th review in....I've never touched drugs in my life! So if you can relate..so sorry. But impressed that I can write persuasively. Thank you!

Sit with me, and I'll prepare something special for you.
With just a spoonful of sugar,
I'll sweeten-up and embellish, this dead crow that once flew.

Get closer.
Your turn; take a blow of this snow.
I'm prepared to catch your nose bleed, inside my porcelain bowl. 
 
When finished,
let us dance beneath the chandelier. Let us gaze upon the dense opacity.  Let us see these new atrocities.  Let us observe, watch and listen, as our pupils begin to dilate and darken.  

And if we sing; this hare in my lap, the fish in the sink, we'll use them as our audience.  They will remain silent, but harken.

Watch my friend as the clock strikes twelve.
Snow White and her Prince will meet us here very soon.
If lucky, she'll bring you Cinderella's dress tailored in fine silk, and colored in blue.

Want more?  Use my razor to cut through the looking glass of maladjustment and calamity.
Regal with me; enjoy this moment of rolled dollar-ed bills, and frivolity.

I'll shuffle the cards.
Another poker game might make you feel light
as a feather. Bare breast dipped in dopamine, just adds to the pleasure.

The table can walk, the bird is alive now..hear it squawk.
Hickory dickory dickory dock.
When the clock strikes twelve the devil will come.
He'll bring the wine, and he'll bring the sweet rum.

((White powder coverlets the senses))

It's odd; you know?  How the ice turns soft. Soft becomes cold. Cold becomes hot.
Stranger yet...last nights spaghetti. It got caught in my throat, it still sits in my stomach, all tied in a knot.

When the clock strikes twelve, my neighbor will come.
He's my Cousin's, Sister's Brother, born from a different Father and Mother.  He'll bring us more cocaine.  But I must warn you. Can you keep a secret?  He's a little off. Perhaps a little insane.  

Author's Note

I can't possibly try to share with you my inspiration here. So I will instead..plead the 5th. But as all of you know, I'm always looking for a new way to mess with the reader. So my intent here, was to overwhelm the senses, much the same way that cocaine does.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I adore such trippy trips sideways round the honeycombed mind where inside of every crevice a rhythmic pop pop on an easel will claw away all fabricated nuances of what poetry is 'supposed to be' and deliver a brand new dish of mind bending delectable delicacies of imaginative play~ lovin on the cross pollination of fairy tales with urban drawl~to be completely honest with you I don't have to guess at all at the magiks that spark such creative wonders since my brainpan is chock full of squirming swirling images in broad surreal screen 24/7~ this banquet of exotic fare I understand better than everyday poetic ramblings~ this is Dali tripping the high wire fantastic with Nina Hagen~ LOVE IT~perfect meter also if I may add which adds to the mental cadence of the reader~

[Polaroid Impossible]

Awesome lines... Pun intended! What a beautiful, dark tale that of taking cocaine. The rush, the attention to detail, the feeling of power over everything. Loved the imagery. Well done

[Muse]

Thank you..this was my first attempt at a prose/poem/short story. Not sure what you call it. :)

[Polaroid Impossible]

Amazing nonetheless

[Dean]

nummies

[Rusty]

Been there done that have tossed the t-shirt for a new way of life.

[...]

Muse I don't know what to say. I think you touch feelings in me that I haven 't yet touched myself. I think I divide and conquer differently. I admire your expression...so intense on the other side of me. You are in touch with the you I am still struggling to be in touch with in me. I am such an expert at being what I need to be...still trying to figure out what all that really means...maybe you have it figured out! I love your poetry, even though it's not what I choose to write about.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, you truly are a provocative dealer with this gripping, stunning write... and you evoke it all so deeply through the looking glass darkly... How the brain flames up in shards of life and death... darkness and light... once fairy tales that fuel a mind unhinged from our world of rationality... I'll take another hit...

[sienikeha]

i can see a theatrical performance spun from this.

i like this line --> "bare breast dipped in dopamine" pucker up. lol

[Λsylum Ƣo&#..]

an extra-fine penning with a killer image . . . superb!

[Jeffrey]

This was FANTASTIC! I absolutely love reading your work. It makes me feel so inferior, but in a good way. I love how this got more convoluted as it went on and how the pace naturally changes throughout.

Excellent work! Thank you for sharing!

[Kelsy]

Beautifully written imagination! Great job.I quite agree with the rest reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Wow I would indeed say this was an overload to the senses. I had to reread it a couple of times because every time I got something different from this. I like the use of Fairy Tales. I think it adds to the illusions nicely. Very well written.