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~

[Jack Isaac]

The cousin may be to this house as Marilyn was to the Munsters, the black sheep of the family for sure. Yet, isn't it always a matter of perspective? I could really relate to the spaghetti scene, happens to me all the time. I think this poem accomplishes the sensory dilusion for which it was intended, and it's a good once-through read, different (like I'm one to talk), but very well done. I had fun here.

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what a wonderful trip. A clever look down the looking glass at the relationship of drug and user and your playful but cutting detail bites!!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

duely overwhelmed :P good work, heavy-laden imagery and a fast pace maintained throughout.

[Art Sun]

creative Muse...the effects of drugs ...and there are a plentifull variety...hve an actual lasting effect to the mind, we see it every day within society, within the births of new generations, and within the greed of its possesion or sale...your work is always a visual pleasure...nice work

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Wicked, wicked, wicked! I love it!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

must sat that was surreal and raw... but that is what you need when describing the effects of drugs like cocaine. I was mesmerized by your words.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

And you did overwhelm this reader- so many verses, lines that slap me in the face.
Love it to death!

[Lea]

You have such a way with words, really well written. Great poetry!

[Mockingbird]

very surreal images right out of a dali painting. sounds like the narrator is initiating someone into the 'snow'. powerful poem rich with imagery. also sounds like the narrator knows that above all the momentary exhileration it brings it is also bad for the body and soul.

[Enigma]

Wow. It really did overwhelm me. Your poem was like a downward spiral and as I read on, I got caught up with the numerous images and metaphors that you have used to convey the sentiment. Excellent poem. Well done.