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~

[EMF]

Yep. I've decided...some of your reviewers are totally Box of Frogs. Nice people, talented and well meaning I'm sure...but some of them...possibly even me...Box of frogs

[Aidz]

Interesting as you said on mine the references :) Dipped in silver honey and twirled in insane breathes of silk

[Dayran]

Innocence and the demoniacal portrayed in relation to each other like two cousins. Despite the relation, they retain a sense of their own identity it seems. Nice write!

[light and ashes]

You really amaze me. This is haunting, scary, and so very intriguing. I love your writing. It's such a unique style and perspective.

[Shy Girl]

It almost sounds like you did some research. (of the book or sat at a lecture on the very many ways it can mess with your head) I don't know why but I feel like swaying or rocking back and forth. I guess you played my mind very well. (I know that it doesn't make sense...but I can't describe exactly what I'm feeling) Very big ride you took the reader on and I love the pic. It fits your description very well of them waiting for their next hit...and/or fix from the neighbor :)

[Penlady]

And you certainly have (overwhelmed the senses) it is fascinating to me that although you are not into the use of drugs you certainly have been afforded an insight into how they work and their affect on the senses. You are so ingenius in the visions you provide. MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM stuff. Well maybe you are the modrn version of Shakespeare. Whatever you are you are original and fascinating.

[daydreamer]

Deep write creates hallucination like cocaine does. The imagery rocks you back and forth like addiction does. Dark, sensual cruelty everything is there. great one:)

[Rene Velez]

man talk about a binge, that's a coke party in the making, lol, this is surreal yet real, and all to common a scene in my NYC world. nice work.

[screamin'ian]

Big fun! I really enjoyed reading and re-reading it. Don't know if it matters to you, but I noticed a possible typo in "regal(e)."

[EMF]

Curiosity led me to read some of the reviews. So far it sems only 50% seem to have read the same thing I'm looking at. Some seem to be seeing it as actual drug usage, rather than mataphor. Curious bunch we get on here.

Anyway. It blows my chuffin' mind. I'm surrently on my fifth reading and loving every damn twisty, inny-outy little turn of it, where word tumbles over word over sylable over image, over concept until...frankly I need a smoke and a cup of black. It is a physical and mental stimuli that just doesn't stop. Does it mess with my head? Hell yeah. Do I regret it? Hell No. I've been looking forward to it