Best Downers Poems

(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly...

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Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor 
blades
Rails so thick your heart will 
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed 
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every...

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Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. 
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. 
I've scribbled out a...

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In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no...

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If you're a celebrity
For medications come to me
I have them all, come see, come see
I'm the devil in disguise

I sign prescriptions by the score
If you...

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So now little lady, your tired of hash, cocaine, LSD, downers and grass,
Then someone pretending to be genuine introduced you to little miss heroin,
Well honey...

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Grapes slumbering; on..'
Leafs shading, yeast patina'ed fruit..
Sun-downers tonight..!

Grapes ripening on..'
Vine gripping seasoned trellis.
Purple skies..' ( thirst )

Grapes burgeoning on..'
frame groans; the labourers gains..'
Andean moth drinks..!

©Joe...

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Where was I born, who do I know,
All that I own is all here on show.
I’m nobody’s child, a child of the street,
Does that make...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts...

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Mania is...
	
	
	It’s a very sneaky thing, 
	mania is...
	
	I’m humming along, 
	no doubt minding 
	someone else’s business, 
	giving little attention 
	to my own state of being.
	when...

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One reads about the famous ones, them
that live a life of stress, about taking
all sorts of pick-me-up-pills
then downers, so they can rest.

Well I’m just an...

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The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books,
Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, 
As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air,
I enter, a shiver,...

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How will they remember us 
Those born after the war. 
What will they say about us.

Will they fully grasp the level of our sell out
Our...

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Trolls roam the internet
Looking for prey to stalk
Dishing out the mockery
To harass users on forums.

Debbie downers of the net
Ready for a sneak attack
Spreading chaos and...

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Back in Eighth Graded Class
of StraightWhiteMale English privilege
I learned all healthy narratives
must have at least one
of three tension intentions

Unlike sacred mythic prayer and fable 
multicultures...

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