Black Cooler

in the words of a troubled drug addict

Pulling and pulling.

Pushing an’ fighting.

And they’re hooking, hooking,

Up in the bathroom.

They’re losing the value.

 

Sniffing white animals,

Ones that make them feel,

Endless TV channels,

It’s just the deal.

Conceal.

 

Head back, that’s the token.

We’re not bad,

No we’re just broken.

 

And they reach.

They reach into the black cooler.

Beseech. Repeat.

Forget their ruler.

Take them with water.

Loser. Slaughter.

 

Raise your glass.

Zone two, forget you’re world class.

And the pills keep fallin’ in.

Where you been?

Reviews

[CWP]

I really like it, the format especially. The focus of the poem seems to be on point, I've noticed in a lot of cases poets tend to veer a bit so definitely kudos. My favorite stanza has to be : "Head, back, that's the token..."
My only criticism (I hope to be constructive, thought it may be my own personal preference in play) would be to be careful when you include random, relevant words. For example "Loser. Slaughter." I can see how they could be relevant, though I'm unsure as to how, in this specific context. If they're the thoughts, I'd suggest changing them to italics, to illustrate said point. This, of course, is all up to you.

[nesuispas]

Thanks so much! I do agree with you that's it's rather confusing to just add thoughts like that. I'll remember to italicize in the future! Once again, thanks for your much appreciated opinion.

[CWP]

Glad to help and it truly is a pleasure to read your work!