Best Opiates Poems

 
Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates    ...

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The rain pours down on the city. 
A sense of putrid disgust fills the air, 
as trash litters the streets 
and grime grows in every...

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Am I dead or dreaming? Lightfoot and scheming.
My head is full, I’m not sure which persona is in charge.
Have taken strong opiates, many too illegal...

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Tails and claws in reefs, with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on...

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I'm here bordering almost oneiric
in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire
wearing the personification of a hellish realm
obsessive and compulsive in the unknown...

I turn...

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The Poets Duel


I consider myself the poet
Of historic love affairs
Not the Romeo and Juliette’s we all know
The ones mirrored in lesser history of lore
Like Heloise...

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HISTORY LESSON

I.

Sweet Joe McCarthy who will fill your shoes
Keeping down the reds and making them sing the blues
Your spirit lives on in these modern days
Teaching...

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Tails and claws in reefs with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.

Prior to their own demise, they dined on...

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It was somewhere in Cambridge, when the amalgam of substances 
began to cloud our judgment. 
The changes were between vague and blatantly obvious, but 
we...

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The DEA will this condemn:
Some pain sufferers take Kratom 
Big pharma must reign
They'll rely on chicane 
To keep addicts addicted to them



Author's Note: Kratom comes...

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Sore testicles
isopropyl never dried
pan to the head
thank the splatter web
for the psychosis of this muse
vopour transmission
liars for friends
come one come all
come again
double fudged sunday
Electric lies
how...

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A true Walden pond,
Slashed roads that break beyond.
We light a Philly XL;
Cut and filled with ganja and ale.

Lack of concern,
No pity and no pain.
Lack of...

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Back in my hole in the back of the den
racking up souls with every heart that I spend

Laughing at those birdies floating far far away
half...

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DISSIPATE

when you flicker 
on and off
I cannot touch you… 
your essence

when I put my 
fingers into the 
flames of your heart 
will they burn
or dissipate...

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THE MAKEOVER


The house he occupies still breathes
Though haggard, it's not trashed
He and his house seemed outcast to many
Once a gentle part of the landscape
Those features...

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