Long Methadone Poems

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Going On a 15

I'm going on a 15
she muttered
as the phones were ringing
and clients lined in a queue were singing
out to be seen
sooner than later

non stop action has this place on the run
faxes flying in
somebody walking in tippled on gin
o good heavens
what a state we're in

we never rest here
always something going on
somebody crying out for methadone
and look here
I've just ripped out my headgear
cannot answer the phone
not easy being just another drone...

I'm going on a 15
her voice crackled as she spoke
and still the place fills up by all sorts of folk
I think
hope the 15 is enough
come back better
come back tough.
Form: Rhyme


Mothers Addiction Sons Conviction

she was hooked on drugs part of her life 
but has a son to help her fight 
in life we never know the road we may take 
but changing the course is never too late. 

he had taken the same road as she 
main lining and pills was all he could see 
addiction is a hard price to pay 
but something happened that changed his way. 

I know the lifestyle all too well 
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell 
then he had become drug free 
and a drug councilor he would be. 
he had gotten many on methadone 
and good results it had shown. 

now as you go through the withdrawal pain 
think of how much you have to gain 
withdrawal is not an easy task 
do you want your life back? you must ask! 

do you recall the birth pains that you went thru 
and his life was fresh and new. 
wasn't all that pain worth your while 
that you had such a beautiful child. 

there is no pain that you can go thru 
than the pains that a mother knew. 
you have to be willing to make the change 
otherwise your life will stay the same. 

these words are from a concerned son 
the choices you've made can be undone. 

 (1/30/13) 

louis rams :
© Louis Rams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Johnny Thunders, Room 37

Johnny Thunders… Room 37. 

John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze, 
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose. 
Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball, 
But would never cut his hair that was his little league downfall…. 

That and his bad dad, but Johnny Volume would soon rule.. 
Along with the Jaywalkers at Quintano High School. 
Then in sixty eight he would go to Fillmore East, 
At a bar called "Nobody"'"s"on Bleeker Street 
He would learn to drink his Bourbon ice so neat. 

Then he was a sales clerk at the Da Nazz Leather Shop, 
He would meet some future Dolls, then they were the "Actress"'"s." 
But it was just a whistle stop.. 

Renamed Johnny Thunders after a comic book of the same name, 
The New York Dolls were formed 
His life would never be the same… 

Two critically acclaimed Albums 
"The New York Dolls" "Too much too soon" 
But both commercially void, 
Not enough to buy a Coke spoon.. 

In seventy five the Dolls broke up 
Those trash glams all with attitude , 
Even bands today look back 
With nothing but hard rock gratitude. 

Johnny then formed The Heartbreakers ,released one brilliant LP 
Los Angeles Mother F@kers
Know as L.A.M.F. 
What an album I do decree… 

Though I still love "So Alone" 
A solo of such class.. 
He drifted here and there, 
Then it was alas… 
He lasted till nineteen ninety one, 
His heroin a complete addiction.. 
But his death it was a mystery 
There should have been a murder conviction! 

Many rumours surround his death, I do suspect foul play. 
St Peters House Hotel, New Orleans, such a great cliché. 

Gangster dealers gave him LSD 
Ripped off his Methadone supply.. 
Pretty sure they killed him, 
Such a sad goodbye. 

His room number was thirty seven, 
It was ransacked of all his possessions, 
What is known for certain, 
Is there has never been no confessions.. 

"You can"t put your arms around a memory, 
Don"t try don"t try.. 
You"'re just a bastard kid 
And you got no name  
Cause you"re living with me 
We"re one and the same." 

Nice one Johnny.. 

Sadly missed.
Form:

Charlotte, Feel My Caress

Gorgeous Charlotte was the goddess of illegal sex,
no restrictions applied to her naughty affections;
I met her last December at the Platinum Dolls...
driving everybody wild, even the policeman Alex!  

Here's the question they asked me frequently,
" Why do young girls prefer older gentlemen? "
Is that because they are generous, not stingy?
I noticed one of them brought in his oldest son!

Charlotte was a known runaway girl and an infamous thief;
on most nights she looked for hot play in the darkest halls,
I gave her food and shelter and kept her safe from criminals,
and without a plan for tomorrow, she held on to her belief!

What satisfied Charlotte completely was the love for large sums of money,
that was the hungry beast dwelling in her that could tame her instantly;
and selling her body to all meant a little, she fought without winning:
many bruises covered her face, there's was no hiding for a weakling!

Ah, Charlotte I could have saved you from this horrible death and bitterness,
little sleep and methadone are to blame; you decided to live it up and die!
Had you listened to me and changed your ugly lifestyle, you would be alive; 
ah, too pale and cold: you lay in a coffin so lifeless! Charlotte, feel my caress!
Form: Lyric

Starfish Chime

Superman walks round my neighborhood
Dirty cape, crooked cane,  ain't too looking good
Hit by a Mac truck, Highway 43
He's on a medical marijuana disability

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

Batman's broke, lost everything he owns
Had to sell the batcave, had to hock the batphone
Batmobile's tied up in a title loan
Batgirl's on the corner, Robin's on the methadone

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

Donald Trump, now he's the President
Gonna make America great again
Gonna drain that swamp gonna build that wall
Haters gonna hate, you can't please them all

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

©2018. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Form: Lyric


Leading You

Leading you!

Close your eyes let me show you the way
Not a hit movie or child's play
Let me reveal some things to you this day
Answer questions family feuds pass my days
My ways are better than yours remember
Like Rocky shot Bull winkle twinkles December
Let me change sides arrange the lyrics to your song
Sony kicked death jam with Chris bomb
Based projects sold fences with wrenches
Battled down tears with walls called truth with suspension
Called out the wanna be's
Bees with no tree flowers with stems broke back pinned in with fig leaves
Let me separate wheat from tears
Phonies with no hairs
Traces of laces lies slipped in with truth see
Listen to me I have all the antidotes
Cable with no remotes
Change traded for stock piles without notes
Who says that I am 
Cap sized skillets sticking like Pam
Pressured arteries hospitalized pumped up with methadone like shame
Discovery hidden in the dark 
Let me reveal to you when light hit the chart
When man made time 
Talk mess with no rhymes
Peeped game like Slick mine
Rick Ross with no crimes
Let me strip up a mid line
Crooked ways been signs
Operated chilled shine
Gold nuggets been laced 
With under cover who based
Truth facts with out states
Property been paid 
No money like mechanical tool base
Wait now later caught up with tooth paste
Form: Lyric

Pantheons Burn

Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms or reasons
Of a fathomless being 
Walking destiny’s configured trails

The streaming of consciousness
The breaking deluse, the midnight furor 
Of these dreams that spiral 
In the palm of his hand 
God conspires grander plans 

He is robed in the tempest of storms
At his heels Hellborn legions swarm
Liquid steel towers as it rises
I spoke with the lightning as it strikes
as it burns the night
Lighting the blue living white light 
Glittering in chroma
Theory of furies mechanical is the beast 

Dark winds come from the lost eons east 
Turning across the vacant rooms of vast lands 
In something now past the seams 
It seaks, pondering rage 
A love so strong that carries an age 

Its spires the engines of hearts carnage 
The foundations are wrought  
Feel his furies in the aftermath 
Cooling in a man’s Crimson bath 

Hot with the lost 
Pantheons burn
Gilded in chrome rooms 
It demands infinite being 
Has divinities seen the walking man 
Naked and afraid traveling distant lands

A coil of this labyrinthian, parade
Marches to the metronome 
Something promenades
In the shadows of methadone
Monolithic in spires shadows 
Cast as the time expires
Expiring in the aftermath of yesterdays

As the pantheons burning bright
So to ends this night
Form: Rhyme

Hollow soul with a needle

I'm a hollow soul with a needle,  no matter if it's herion ice or crack...I don't have a little monkey, I have king Kong hangin on my back...  Where's my wife and kids these days, what happened to my job...I haven't brushed my teeth or showered in a week, when did I become a slob....I'm a hollow soul with a needle, my own family will I lie to cheat and steal.... Cause all I care about is getting high, just to change the way I feel...So off to the methadone clinic again, can't shoot herion anymore... cause I can't find anymore veins to hit, and my arms are getting sore...I'm a hollow soul with a needle as I lay here feeling so sick... with restless legs and upset stomach, just craving that hollow little prick...Man that's messed up about Brandon and Randy, both of them dying this year....If I didn't catch hepatitis c shooting up, ide probably drink a little beer....So a hollow soul with a needle kids, is this what you really want to be.... Cause it will take your lives to the darkest hell you're eyes will ever see....
© Shaun Dale  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Final Days 2-15-02, 8:00 Am

Well, Pop is resting now.

He didn’t get to go home on Thursday. The Oncologist 
wanted him to have either Hospice or Home Health Care.
                                                                                               
He wouldn’t sign a release for evaluation for services. Mom 
said he was rude to the social worker in charge. I can
imagine. She called last night at 3:00. The nurses said he
 
was raising hell. He woke up disoriented and wouldn’t take 
meds to calm down. He said they were peddling dope. I 
asked him what it was and he said methadone. The nurses
 
laughed a little. I can understand that. He really sounded 
like Pa Dillard. Pa was also very confused in the latter 
stages. When I got there, he thought Mom and I had locked
 
him in a room without anything to eat all day.  Said he was 
starving. Wanted to know why he was in the hospital at 
Archer City, of all places. Kept looking for his cap and pants.
  
Said it was time to go home, to Kamay. He must have 
forgotten he had told me earlier they had sold the house 
and didn’t have a thing to their name. Still can’t find his
 
cap. And now he has a trick leg. It won’t mind him. He tries 
to get up, at least he wants up, and so I help. He can’t 
stand. So he lies back down and tries to make his trick leg
 
go back to bed. I take care of the leg for him and cover him
up as he is no longer hot, but cold and shaking just a little. 
I don’t think Mom will be able to handle him at home.

He has made three references to “taking care of it himself” 
and the Dr. asked Mom if there were any guns at home. Oh 
hell! Are there any stars in the sky? Mom has the key to the 

gun safe. But, does he have another key hidden that she 
doesn’t know about? I don’t know, but he can’t get up to get
a gun anyway. I don’t know where we’ll be when you get here.

Call ahead to find out. Love, Dad,                                                                                                                             Or, brother, as the case may be.
Form: Narrative

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