the crackling of the clouds
already white and snowy-gray
the shadows of puppets
behind satin sheets
like lightning bugs obeisance
to the Lord’s applause
the zigzag rags
behind the mother-cloud
the hallelujah projection
rolls
and spectator’s eyes appeased —
the thundercloud euphoriant
8/18/2019
*rags - torments, teases
Categories:
euphoriant, storm,
Form: Free verse
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"
Categories:
euphoriant, drug,
Form: Rhyme
In the morning I take heed, I need my fix…
Running around like a headless steed, I start to mix…
Just an ambient aphrodisiac, my tantalizing tea…
A dormant astral amnesiac, in a matrix reality…
My deficit hyperactivity starts to mourn, I need my stimulant…
Relying on prescription worn, a narcoleptic nilpotent…
Looking for my performance enhancer, I strike a pose…
I turn into an exotic dancer, where are my clothes?
I’m an electrical euphoriant, just plug me in…
A vexing viral variant, a sinister seductive sin…
A deprived dopamine, searching for neural transmission…
My effusive endocrine, in a rambunctious remission…
In my magnetic resonance imaging, chronic pain in depression…
Where dimensions are diminishing, I’m open to confession…
Please unplug me from the world, time to disappear…
Cover me within a comfy curled, take away the fear.
April.07.2019
Your Amphetamine
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
euphoriant, abuse, anxiety, drug,
Form: Rhyme