Where in night, down in day
Clutching one's clay clogged face
Dilly-dallying ditzy dances
Dull, dampened waltz swimming with a drunken sway
Methodical movement of the ditz's drunken daze
Dazed dolphins dance down gutteral gin and toneless tonic omissions
Wringing ring wrung fingers, for the ditz's sherry glass gaze
Caught crooning whispers within the careless candid spotlight
Spickle spittle dawned the dolphin's dance, dominance'n drivel
Deigned to sway within a drug infused haze.
Spluttering with the need of stitches, as burly bone ingrowths
Dappered the damper desolate surface
To drag the ditz's measly hip dips, from the four-lipped, two-tipped,
Derailing and de-tailing,
dolphin intrusion.
7//10//2025
Addiction is a dreary thing
of which humans are weak
our minds and bodies crave things
and yearn them as one speaks
but in the midst of addiction
we realize how pathetic
one is to be addicted
which is in a sense dreaded
~?~
Addiction is a sad thing
for we never know what's what
to be addicted to another
to so called love one such
~?~
Addiction is a comforting thing
of which weak ones find stone
a support when things go wrong
a hand to walk from home
~?~
Addiction is a complex thing
not as simple as drvgs
a pretty little craving ring
a bell yet to be rung
~?~
Addiction is a dreary thing
of which a human is weak
our minds and bodies crave things
and yearn them as one speaks
"slow down a little"
she said as she kissed me,
a Seconal between her teeth ...
who was I to refuse such?
her name WAS Patience ...
after all.
November 1, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
I was not expecting you.
I’m entranced and stare.
I always excite watching you.
It’s so hard to watch you now.
When you sang, I never looked away.
You gave me awe and goosebumps
every time you did your thing.
Now, you’re a devastating view.
I still want to pray for you.
It’s hard not to cry for you.
In your field, you were trumps,
your gifts, beyond compare.
It’s hard not to contemplate you,
ponder the why in what happened
to disable your perfect traction.
I heard an angel sing; she was on my TV screen.
I heard my own cry, “Whitney, make me high once more,
oh, how your voice soars." How hard it must have been
to fall with the whole world looking on. Such a pretty
face, so young on the TV. As a full packaged promise
you were certainly delivered a sad way to die.
Sing, Whitney, sing while I try not to cry.
A coughing coffin,
When befriending HIV —
A double trouble;
They both bring death in a private jet.
Its cough is tough,
Appetite grows tight,
Its fever can boil a river,
And weight is lost as death awaits.
Treat it — that’s how to beat it,
For death is a debt.
So don’t shrug off the drugs —
Complete them at least.
Stigma erupts like magma,
Losing friends becomes a trend;
Though the battle may rattle you,
Revival will bring survival.
Have you ever been struck so hard by life
that the world flickers
black spots, little stars
as though the sea itself blinked?
Equilibrium lost, I staggered in the tide,
face to the sky, gasping salt and air.
"Get up. Show up. Speak up,"
the current whispered.
Nothing hits harder than living.
The road is never set
it twists beneath us like sand in motion.
And those you called friends?
They change like waves
smiling until the pull drags them elsewhere.
Were they ever anchored,
or did they simply use me to stay afloat?
Their kindness wrapped in cunning,
their warmth a mirage above the reef.
I never saw it coming
I never saw you coming.
Now when I think of you,
I see not a person, but a shadow,
a dark fin slicing through trust.
Promises made, promises broken
you swore you could never cut so deep.
But you did.
You cut me loose,
left me to drown
and in that drowning,
I learned to breathe anew.
A frostbite hisses through campuses
hailing and inhaling.
Escapes without melting,
halos over, hovers around
flailing and exhaling.
Crystals dangle in pizza boxes,
icicles in chip packets,
hunger satiated to a boiling point.
It doesn't thaw over the laws of phase,
just sublimates on senses.
Taking innocence to a frozen hell.
Life just one big rave.
I will give you what you crave.
We needn't be saved.
Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
Decrepit
steps,
wall
papering
so hearing
of voices,
junkies,
outcasts
of society
living up
with
lullabys
sending
to sleep
prisoners
of mattresses,
of filthy sleeping.
cool and warmth
of replacement
She has blue hair coloring
and to escape outside breeze,
she takes shelter,
in a neighboring city,
where the hospital staff
allow the chairs
for her
and a partnership
of her boyfriend.....
Roughing
as she's sleeping
but safe from
bad influences
for a while at least.
An ant on a hallucinogen
thought he had the strength of fifty men,
so, the little arthropod mighty-might
challenged me to a fair fight.
Let that be a warning, crazy kids, to you,
lest you wind up on the bottom of a shoe.
Every binge keeps getting longer
The emptiness growing stronger & stronger
Her only wish is that you never wrong her
Fighting to hold on to a dream
we never could've imagined was real
Grasping onto the only thing
that ever made us really feel
Knowing this was truely the real deal
....Confused...
hating & loving our past
Wishing with everything we have
that what we created together will last
Playing tug of war with the ecstasy & pain
knowing deep down forgiveness is
the only chance to gain
N still refusing to just let our past mistakes go
Destroying what we searched for for so long...
our only real home
Js the thought of being alone
Rips & tears at our already damaged souls
Bubba Kush and lemon haze
All these flavors I wanna blaze
Pass the grinder and my tray
Wake and bake to start the day
Sour diesel and blue dream
A hybrid makes a good team
These two strains are so harmonic
Now let’s sit and burn the chronic
Grandaddy purp and wedding cake
Puff puff pass for my own sake
Ride the high ‘cause I need a break
Munchies! Time for a chocolate shake
Maui Wowie and cotton candy kush
Spark that baby up and light that bush
It doesn’t even matter what strain
The green goddess hides the pain
Yes we love you Mary Jane
As you flow right through my veins
“But she’s not good for your brain”
Ignorant people are such a drain
Inhale, exhale, drop the ash
Even when the weed is trash
It doesn’t hurt to keep a stash
The only green as good as cash
They gather beneath flickering neon,
in narrow alleys where the pavement remembers rain,
where glasses clink like distant thunder
and the air smells of sweat, stale tobacco, and old promises.
A woman’s laughter, cracked and sharp,
spills into the room like broken shards;
a man leans on the bar—his elbow’d sorrow
ordering another round, trading hours for oblivion.
The jukebox—wounded, nostalgic—
grinds out a song of ghosts and faded dreams.
Bartender’s hands shake between bottles
as shadows press against the windows, watchers wanting in.
Walls scribbled with names never spoken—
with hearts shattered, hopes pawned.
Outside, the city coughs, writhes in sleepless neon;
inside, time stands still, drunk and defiant.
We are all believers here—
in the altar of amber liquor,
the hymn of poured whiskey,
in the communion of husbands and strangers.
Midnight cracks open like a broken mirror—
edges sharp, reflection distorted.
Beer calls; gin beckons;
the bouncer counts bodies, not sins.
And when the music fades,
when the lights cut low—
they linger, some to forget, others to feel everything
in the hollow between heartbeats.
Go-go gadget, withdrawals no more,
a toast to addicts—there’s treasure on the floor.
X marks the spot, scribbled in Crayola,
connect all the dots—ecstasy, the night is over.
From Rock ’em Sock ’em robots to rocks in socks, a show-off,
hungry hungry Zippos, the money swells my lymph nodes, a lovely something sent ghosts—
right outside your windows,
trust no one, innuendo,
the night piggybacks the sickos.
I feel far from home, yet remotely close to sin,
my coffin’s so inviting—volunteer, I jump right in.
Fundamental frequency, but I only hit the high note,
incidental contingencies, lies in every word that she spoke.
Intentional indecency—my clip could use a reload,
a spectacle illegally, items bought without a barcode.
I yearn for entertainment, chose the red pill, hide from agents,
time’s complacent, me and drugs—true love, it’s our engagement.
And if I ever said “drugs make me a better me,”
I’m sorry that I lied—every night,
I cry myself to sleep.
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