lows over my eyes
trying kill what's inside
just a different drive
hi jacked the vibe
trying to bug my line
get sprayed with pesticide
you see them thuggin
I'm with the plug
trippin on luggage
why you fronting
I see you trucking
moving sluggish
hop out the bucket
it's all for nothing
let's get this money
stop acting funny
we don't love them hos
running a muck
searching for love
always kept it blunt
running from love
searching to re up
always kept that heater
always been players
pushing p
run the streets
serving fiends
bout a couple keys
Moon
scented,
floral jacked.
It’s on the wind..
drop.
"Izzie"
I know a quiet girl whose name is Izzie
Pays twenty dollars to get a little dizzy
Lately, she's busy smoking up on that boy
Poisoned capillaries we both can enjoy
She's been romanced in pitch black death
Sells her frail body that's powder fresh
Her blood jacked up for a little taste
Stabs a vein with her favorite toxic waste
Come on lil Izzie it's all you care to smoke
Don't worry this time, iffin y'all be broke
There's plenty more where that came from
Izzie baby, you & that boy sho enuf in love
Come see Daddy Kane any time baby
Now don't ya forget next time it'll be eighty
Midnight room filled in a junkie's worst kinda fears
Searching the floor hoping something appears
Combing the fibers of carpet for souvenirs
Just a mirage all your hopes disappear
Hush lil baby don't say a single word
Daddy Kane has got you a lil reward
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Patting myself on my brown back
My immune system is out of wack
Lupus is flaring I’m in silver sack
Amethyst aches pearly pain is jacked
Sores in the roof of my mouth
Eating and drinking hurts me now
Tender joints not the kind you smoke
That’s a thought maybe I need dope
Poetry relief to red rescue me
That potd was at cost you see
I write better when I don’t whine
Like this poem does in every line
Lupus wolf howls in my aching face
I just want it to go amber away
But for the butterfly’s I must share this
Rainbows in the sky as some die, AWARENESS
Was a random dream dear!
Suddenly, my eyes open up,
I was sweating and full of fear,
Rattle! Just a little copper cup.
Oh God! Nothing was there!
But sorry to say to you Meet,
Someone is somewhere here,
I could feel someone's heat.
Suddenly I could see a shadow,
I was frozen to say God's name,
My tongue felt part of the swallow,
I am in shock I couldn't aim.
What's happening with me here!
I couldn't believe my hands cracked.
Help me God to move up there,
I wanna move out as I was jacked.
A creepy sound below my bed,
I wasn't, but I tried to look for.
But unfortunately it was my bad,
It was just the cup fallen before.
The black clouds, and cold air,
Coming inside from the window.
I will not go to close it, it's fair!
And disgusting noise, fast and slow.
When I tried to sleep peacefully!
Sometimes anything was happening.
It was a bad experience, surely!
Sleep! Morning would be shining.
Cool Meet! Cool down! It's gone,
Morning! Atmosphere will change,
Hope to have a bright sun fun.
But my death was absolutely strange!
Was passing through old Notre Dame,
I spied the hunchback and called his name;
Said someday you will not be the same,
He said that's OK, there is no one to blame.
One time I bumped into the Pope,
Asked him how the 'ell are we to cope
When everyone is jacked up on dope;
He just said hang them one and all by a rope.
Came upon an old backwoods still,
I sat a spell and drank my fill.
Told the ol' boys do what you will
But pass to the young your brewing skill.
On the shore was a fisherman,
He had three dead fish in his pan.
Saw footprints in the distant sand,
He claimed they were made by his wife, Fran.
Rode with pirates on the open seas
And hoisted up sails to catch the breeze.
Fought off both enemies and disease,
Stole much gold with the greatest of ease.
You can see I've been far and wide,
There's been some strange things I've spied.
Now if there are things you wish you've tried,
For a small fee I could be your guide.
Riding
a ship on stormy seas,
it feels like I’m flying;
Always on a trapeze
I leap and keep laughing;
I’m loud,
and spontaneous too;
More than a little proud,
after all I’ve been through;
I walked on fire then bowed;
I’m spiked
energy on the waves;
Their gravity hitchhiked
now it never behaves;
Roughly tumbled left jacked;
Coffee
after the longest night
tasting that moonlit sea;
Baby, just hold on tight,
I was made for crazy.
PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt
predicated on percocet, or jacked up.
that man that appears, familiar in
a painting, when i land chin up.
i see, clearly, a countenance of sin,
with his back of head positioned on neck.
hallucinating, dreaming, it’s horrible,
i’m leaning, overmedicated, on paper
that i can’t read, i’m a wreck. spanish is
adorable, if it can be deciphered. why
won’t the horror movie die. i dial
the man downstairs. he lays next to me
but my pulse is still racing, chasing us
into the living room, where i file
the deplorable information leaflet under trash,
after i dispose of the menacing meds.
i tremble as i see the same guy on canvas.
how? why? am i still in a state of confusion?
a fusion of reality and surreality. i don’t buy it.
now broken with no pieces to pick up like before. No more pieces left scattered in the floor. Waiting to be swept up but just not away. Like you did once before I remember that day. It felt like love for a second when you said don't go you can stay. It wasn't what you wanted wanted for real. You can't make a heart do what it can't feel. I can't tell you what love is but I can tell you what it ain't. Love is not lonely it's not easy or for a heart that is faint. You'll always be here in my heart there's a space. Jacked up. Somewhere you left it scattered out of place.
Half Alpaca, it spits if I dare kiss Cathy's ruby lips.
It plants a jacked-up rhubarb stalk,
a stiff stalking walk
if I dare roan hands over
my lovers compliance.
Cathy’s cat is much loved by itself
and also by the silky paws of its owner.
I think it may be transforming into a Burmese python
or something more slinky, sneaky, and lower.
As for I, it shows its one scorning pink eye
as it struts away
tail up, exposing a cool distain
as arrogantly possessive as any ‘fork you’ flag.
The most wonderful time of the year
brings to some a unique kind of cheer.
When the eggnog gets “Jacked,”*
the good humor they lacked
makes them blabber to everyone near.
*Jack Daniel's is a brand of Tennessee whiskey.
December 2, 2022
Contest: A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Around Chi-town there should be skull and cross bone signs.
It's one of the most violent places you'll ever come by.
but you'll not find murder numbers in any brochure.
The locals think covering up truth is the cure.
Governor Jester tosses a cherry bomb into the Chi-fire.
called "the safe t act" which entails no cash bail:
For those prone to mayhem and violence.
Ogres in all flavors will be unleashed.
On new year at the stroke of midnight.
"Happy New year Cinderella!", slurred the Jester...
There's a chance your carriage will be jacked.
It'll be a punk not a prince cracking your slipper of glass".
A spider’s blood is clear and pure.
Transparent and there is no cure.
Odd that would research this weird fact.
Maybe my mind is crazily distorted and jacked.
Written By: D. Collins 12/3/21
Brain cells are the cause of the stuff we're in.
Where obvious individuals don't get treatment.
The true instigators are now on the run.
They enticed it to happen and got ghost on their son.
Looking at his parents, Youngblood has been jacked for life.
Two grimey individuals joined as husband and wife.
They're like serial killers, where son puts in the work.
An exact re-enactment of the "Chainsaw Massacre."
The youth didn't know what was being passed to him.
The genes of real monsters we call family and kin.
Brain cells are what causes a person to react.
But, parents are always supposed to have your back.
Hopped a rattler out of Akron.
Rode the high end all the way.
On the Erie-Lackawanna,
Made North Jersey by next day.
Between a bottle and a biscuit,
And that’s all I’m gonna say.
‘Twas a rude accommodation.
No Angelina on my arm.
Stumbled in Towaco Station,
A-number-1, no false alarm.
I raided Harrigan’s at midnight.
Came to find my lucky charm.
Jacked a barstool with a seatbelt.
Took that baby for a spin.
Tanked a beaker full of vino,
Ran some red light sure as sin.
I traced the towpath to a piss pot;
Couldn’t keep from falling in.
Old Black Joe and Camptown Races
Waged a juke box culture war.
Jumped a willing breakneck filly,
Spilled her potluck on the floor.
I played her pussy foot to cat’s paw,
Then I danced right out the door.
Fleeced a rummage sale in Boonton;
Empty pockets, long-term loan.
Found a brown old five cent nickel,
And a plastic pocket comb.
Ain’t no sweet back, blue-eyed beefer.
New Hobohemia’s my home.
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