Long Ketamine Poems

In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole.

It’s a five-star bash at the palace...

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With my doctor’s ok, I’ve come to this small room of a little-known clinic
hoping to have the damaged nerves inside my brain “reset” in a long session.
I relax in a reclining chair as the dissociative...

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Written: January 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 

Quote: “There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.” Aeschylus,

Line of inquiry: 

truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in...

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Here is a list of stupid things we do, in habit without objection,
Happily recycling the actions of others without a blink or question.

We lose daylight and call it daylight savings time,
To extend the night during...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint...

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pus oozes from the swollen gum near my cheek
the pain is not enough to convince me 

"it's mostly oxygen" they cry 
covering my face with laughing gas
it doesn't work, I am still awake

"your appointment is...

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I’m a unique specimen, 
made of mescaline and ketamine. 
And the last living resident,
of an intergalactic settlement.
Burnt to the ground,
by time travelling middlemen.
I came with the cannon, 
aiming only to try and bury them.
And when...

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The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine 
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …

A woman...

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The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns 
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains 

It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses,...

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Bewitching of the falling hours, true ascendance found
By this chance to rise, I have real transcendence found
Your lips find a way to see me; two eyes make the voice 
No tears I shed, you're being...

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A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.

Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find 
fault in selfless pursuit of
glory.

Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.

Myopic interludes of 
nihilistic pleasure
only serve to
profundicate the 
questionably sane 
revolver...

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Flipping through the pages
Skimming the dried ink
So many questions it raises
Oh, the many things I think

Who are these young faces
And where are they, today
Though they left many traces
Green, they couldn’t stay

The smell of aged paper
Nostalgia...

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