Best Amphetamine Poems
I drive the night because of open road.
My retreads are sounding strong.
Hauling cars up from New Orleans
Where I'm not sure that I belonged.
Traded whiskey for a woman
At a bar in Abilene.
Then a long haul up to Portland town
Helped along by methadrine.
There’s a lady there in Stumptown
She dances on the pole
Makes her pay in dollar bills
She's never ever home
Daylight fades and night descends
Men come, await their fate.
She sucks them dry and infects their soul,
Relights her lamp and waits…
She goes to church on Sunday.
Always comes in late.
She says a prayer, she sheds a tear,
puts food stamps in the plate.
Dropped my load down at the docks
there's a motel by the sea.
Homebase for my Peterbilt
That's parked out by the tree
Called her up, the kids are home.
I hear them laughining on the phone.
Grandma says she"s not around,
But she'll tell her I'm in town.
“Yea. tell her I'm in town again
And kiss the kids for me,
Gotta leave on Tuesday”.
Hung up and fell asleep.
The phone rang in the morning.
The call was short and sweet.
She had some things she had to do,
Didn’t think that we could meet.
Fueling up, the fog horns moan.
Red pills to feed the beast.
A woman left back in the fog.
A white line headed east.
Look at my life
Some say I've sinned.
My dreams were blown away
By the cruel ...
Highway Wind.
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
Enantiomers do not make my amphetamine.
No cognitive enhancers do I need.
Don’t bother giving me that crazy Benzedrine.
Imagination was my mind’s first seed.
I need no extra sleep; I’m sufficiently awake.
I”m not depressed; no euphoriant for me!
My needs are met; I sure want nothing fake.
I get high on life and poetry!
April 12, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's "Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest"
AMPHETAMINE
I feel the beating of my heart
and I wake up with a start
not worrying or hurrying
just use the speed that I impart
to transmit, relay or convey
the glory of a brand new day
as the power of a drug
might aid me while I rev my brain
no ambling like a common slug
I break fast… now my coffee’s gone
with my toast to egg on bac on
then rush outdoors to greet the dawn
I’m flushed with energy and brawn
I sit to put my Nikes on
a moon walk from my quaint abode
to jog on to the open road
I know I can no longer wean
on what is called Amphetamine
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contet
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
April 7, 2019
in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the last conclusion is
that we are here to be punished
for being here
Marsupial searched his pachinko readout
acting on the assumption
that in at least one setting
he could juggle us a grand total
even if the light was sub visible
which you don't see every day
bottom line you're here growing scared
blame enough to go around
manipulators of fear with a plan
wreckers of civilizations
is there anything in us that is inviolate
he was a master of pedestrian insights
with a repertoire of a priorI assumptions
packaged for the pop psych tabloids
his mouth flapping like a puppet on a string
the official Government spokesman
for the natural state of man
comrades these are troubled times
but not like before
during the really troubled times
so relax it’s an alchemist's contraption
made from bed springs and spooge
proletarian gyro-chemistry in action
every atom wanting to go its own way
cause beyond knowledge or even sense
the problem with categories is that
some blank out and obliterate the others
the banana daiquiri
had apparently reached his thalamus
clean your spoon son
that's government chow
and so began the long loud logomania
you have before you now
my rabbI assures me this is therapeutic
inductive in deductive out
forehead wrinkles along for the ride
knowing what is out of place
dawn and the bust of Aristotle
juxtaposed upon a toilet seat
shoot me I said juxtaposed again
it's not the circus of consensus it used to be
last I checked slapstick is still dead
I'm pretty sure everything
can be described by numbers
there are enough of them for the job
wheel chairs killed the fashion show
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Expositions delight, I have it now,
into the mirror I take a bow.
My narcotic panic,
for my inner wack cynic.
A saber in my hand,
ready for battles in the sand.
And drop focus onto my heart,
I just to began to start.
Tweak on my freak on,
constantly play like Tron.
but I cannot respond,
I'm going at her like James Bond.
Am I at a show?
Or just watching the traffic move slow?
Don't matter! - I won't go!
Not until this last rock does glow.
Hail, oh hypoactive attention deficit,
With a brain that's raveled in tumbleweed,
Inundate thy mind with alchemical medicine,
To satisfy thy folly's focus dressed in tweed.
Suck the soma from these amphetamines,
Which waken your wary thoughts,
Add a mix of dimethyltriptamine,
And in the senses thou shall be caught.
Light becomes a lucid liquid,
A river of retinal inquisition,
And for the cognizantly gifted,
A litany of lack in controlled contrition.
Sound is but a moving matter,
That meanders in the rings,
On your head which absords that chatter,
Of what the plasma sings.
Taste is touch and touch is smell,
And all are in your seventh chakra,
An eye inscribed in the Book of Kells,
Which binds below to your basal sacrum.
Now grind the gears of the mental cogs,
Which spring forth from shaken action,
Taken from the growing fog,
Of your addiction's satisfaction.
A ll these grandkids of
M ine keep me in fine
P hysical fitness.
H aving to chase after
E ager beavers outside.
T hey are my fix as I
A ssist my daughters.
M aking me feel young again.
I am rejuvenated when
N ear their boundless
E nergy and sparkle.
21/04/2019
For Anthony Slausin's contest
Your Amphetamine.
My AMPHETAMINE
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
I need I crave I have a need for speed;
Doctor can you tell me whz wrong wit me;
My seizures are encased in restlessness, and my and blurred vision in psychosis:
I confess A need, I need to be redirected;
No need nor use to be misguided;
I need to increase the activity of a number of neurotransmitters;
I need a need to feel better faster you know…
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, and go, go, go;
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
My Dopamine is pleasure, movement, and attention;
Amphetamine activates receptors in the brain and especially nor epinephrine and dopamine;
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, And go, go, go;
Just what does this mean?
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
I need I crave I have a need for speed;
Libido, increase wakefulness, improve cognitive control;
Did I say also, that I needed to GO!!
I’m in need of enhance sociability, and induce euphoria:
Hurry up, please;
My psychosis and delusions are feelings of paranoia of hostility;
And go, go, go, It this my new history;
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, And go, go, go;
Just what does this mean?
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
A new breakdown of my muscle and I’ve got a little malnutrition;
WOW! I think I can, I think I can also speed up my reaction times;
I’ve made up, yep! This is my final decision reduction in cognitive ability
My only adrenaline be my Amphetamine
4/12/19
Placed 9th in Contest
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
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'Bout to lay down another track, y'all
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I came into the place
With a smile on my face
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Um, sometimes I like to eat a lot of potato chips
Poetry's my amphetamine,
My brain's everyday vitamin,
It is a cure for my boredom,
My heart's expression of freedom,
My placebo for the day,
It keeps all my fears at bay,
The prescription for my disease,
It keeps my soul and mind at ease,
My drug, my pill, my medicine,
Poetry's my amphetamine.
04/16/19
The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains
It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases
Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason
But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac
And it is not a drug for an insomniac
It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack
It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact.
Neronero
April 9th, 2019
Young girl at the age of only seventeen.
Got herself wrapped up in every form of amphetamine.
And only if I had the guts to do something.
Take that pain and make her clean by Spring.
Hey, maybe we can talk things over.
We can try again and make your life pure and sober.
Please oh please, for the sake of us, (your friends.)
Drop this street cred, hood life, crack house trend.
I can't be a part of this anymore, I apologize
Life is once and ive learned to realize.
Tonight is the night i will replenish
Tell the lights that she is not finished.
I will hold my candle way up high.
All of you please stand up; we can abide. "Lets stop living a lie"
I hold my breath as lights go down
adrenaline overflowing
red curtains part
a shot in the dark stills my pumping heart
Transported to another world
of fantasy and make believe
music permeates my soul
mind and body feeling whole
Before too long the end is nigh
euphoric I'm still on a high
I rise for a standing ovation
extolling with total elation
Amphetamine of choice helps feed my addiction
my malady fixed with a weekly prescription
Written 8th April 2019
Contest: Your Amphetamine
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
7th place in Premier contest
Contest: May 2019 Premier 4 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I see your face
In a crowd of skeletons
You don’t see me
Hiding behind them all
My heart starts to run
Sprinting in circles
Back and forth
A caged animal released
Not quite sure where to go
You see me
For a second your eyes lock with mine
Followed by a gentle grin
Warmth and desire
Floods my body
Blood rushing through every vessel
Veins pumping every which way
But then you’re lost amongst them all
And I’m left out of breath
Wondering
Where I’ll see you next
How to get another fix