Best Drug Dealer Poems
Her one kidney was damage
The money for her treatment -
She could not manage!
The chorus, a cacophony,
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I sell is death
in Deadwood.
Here come my gulls, scavengers,
teenage patrons ever eager
as bad news messengers,
heads, sloth riddled beneath
baseball caps reversed,
their words, a streetwise patois
fluffed and stammered
badly rehearsed
but I always sense the gist.
There’s no excuse for me,
sedating kids,
passing bags of snow,
blank eyes fixed on the sea;
for all my delusions
cliché’s of market forces
customers, supply and demand
their snorting horses
once were wooden and rocked
not so long ago.
Within me deep
I know what I am,
no, I have no grand illusions,
I know I’m not the man,
not the myth from songs by
The Stones or the Underground,
just a bigger gull feeding
on the little gulls.
I’m no pharmaceutical saviour
in this seaside slum;
the man? I’m not a man
I’m just
scum.
He was a mechanic who sold illegal drugs. His nickname was Snowman. There was warmth in his eyes despite his moniker. There wasn’t a high he couldn’t supply or a ride he couldn’t repair. Despite his humble beginnings, time in the penitentiary, Snowman was a genius with machines. A doctorate’s degree in life and machines, only certified by the streets of north Davidson.
snowman eyes of coal
winter life froze carrot nose
gentrified bulldozed
A house of dreams, walls start to shake,
Echoes of laughter, filled with heartache.
His dreams fast cars and narcotic deals,
She was lost in those fake stolen feels.
She counts the days, shadows creep,
Each phone ring, her heart leaps
In his arms, she felt she could fly,
Bottle stole him, she said her goodbyes.
Once danced under the moon, feeling alive,
Shadows move where hope used to thrive.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
She made a mistake, he turned to dust;
Should have grabbed the one she could trust.
Hands calloused, he knew how to mend,
Pushed him away when he needed a friend.
Stares at photos, her time used to glow,
Reality comes, her past beauty won’t show.
Thought she'd find love in reckless nights,
Her road leads me back to those fights.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
Stabbed in the heart the one she could trust.
Regret, heavy stones weigh on her soul;
If she knew what it took to be truly whole.
Ghost of choices haunt Courthouse halls;
All that remains are lawyers and calls...
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
She did not grab the one she could trust.
She stands at the crossroad, tears unshed,
Knows no hope, her dreams are dead.
The life she chose, shadows cling tight
No more chances, she has lost the fight.
Rumors of death, come and gone,
I’m still here, fighting on.
Like the lies you weave,
Faced the dark, can’t believe.
What’s the matter, can’t you see?
I left you there, I was free.
Shadows haunt my sleep.
Tried to bury you deep,
You were gone, I walked away,
Here you are, a ghost today.
Look at me with eyes that burn,
Did I miss, what did I learn?
You were never alone, never left his side,
Never left his side
Tell me now
Who's the one that lied?
How did he escape chains that bind?
Three drug felonies, Feds never kind.
D E A, Agents directing your hate
Showed him mercy, sealed my fate.
A paid rat ran in the night,
You set me in your sights
Sold his soul, fitted him right.
Rumors of death, come and gone,
I’m still here, fighting on.
Like the lies you weave,
Faced the dark, can’t believe.
Now he is just a ghost,
Corrupt handlers, I lost the most.
Everyone in the end has a price,
When his suppliers found out
Groveling Rats on your knees.
Both would have been shot
3am at ‘Lake Burchie’
Never real, a shadow to chase,
Confidential Informant, disgrace.
Now you know, shadows bring,
A game of death, I choose to sing.
Cancer took him, I am raw,
Bent as Oklahoma’s law.
Funeral postponed, I’m alive
He is ashes, yet I survive.
Rumors of death, came and went
I’m alive, weight you lent.
Like tales, lies you spin,
In shadows, where I begin.
Were never alone, never left his side,
Tell me now, who's the one that lied?
You never left his side
Never left his side
Never left his side
Never left his side