There was a dead little cat
Splayed in the middle lane of Washington Street
While I passed
And there was a man clumped to the curb
Pinching his chubby chin
Between his thumb and index finger
Like a final played poker chip
His eyes as flattened as aces on cards
In a corner bar across the street
While the police rubbed his shoulders and pencil notes
From the rotten sounds ground between his teeth.
Another man a driveway down
Has a nose displaced a million miles from his face
Smeared into his hanky.
Hoping no one notices
A woman wiggles in the wind out back
Like a Fentanyl clothesline clipped with a menu
Her age is a choice.
A third man on his back naps
In that front yard
Clutching his hands
To a samurai sword’s shiny blade
Slippery and stood straight up
From under and through him
Bubbling
Like a park fountain of roses.
Did it all start this morning
In their tiny crooked house?
Their cat scooting from underneath
A missed kick and through a crick
Of an unhinged front door
Out to the busy road?
If that for them
Was quite simply the last straw?
Categories:
opiate, addiction, betrayal, cat, city,
Form: Free verse
There is a thirst
of many days
restrained in our body,
chained words on lips of dreams...
I think of her
the smell of oak essence,
memories of magnolia,
the salty wind of the sea returns...
She says she will be here
in just a few days,
her presence floats for a moment,
I wrap my whole being anxiously!
At that moment of full sensation,
my hands are sunk in grapes,
and my body feels surrounded
by her loving arms...
~
Categories:
opiate, beautiful, desire, love,
Form: Free verse
The opiate seems so appropriate tonight
I love these raw feelings that flood and fill
But without the black water I am empty still
My strength comes from the words that I write
The opiate seems so appropriate tonight
These cravings that corrupt and kill
let my thoughts pour, bleed and spill
My strength comes from the battles that I fight
But sometimes writing and fighting ain’t enough
Try to be somebody different and stay tough
And when you’re hooked to cook as heavy as mud
You gotta’ climb on a boat and ride out the flood
Categories:
opiate, courage, strength,
Form: Rhyme
I AM OPIATE FOR BUSINESS
i've got dreams for sale
the disheviled dealer said
yeah, well that's a very big deal
because someone usually ends up dead
in hushed tones he attempts to tempt
but the only dreams he plies are bad
from humanity the man ought be exempt
because the dreams he offers are not a fad
too oft it's a rest of your life type thing
unless you get some help early on
no fad, no fun, no fair and no fling
alas dope will make you wasted and wan
pssst dude, i've got magic brown
he furtively informs
well i see the destituion all around
and i see raging opiate storms
disheveled, dastardly, down and out
the dope dealer has a devistating plan
fori can tell you sans any doubt
because i am that dealer man
(c) 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
opiate, angst,
Form: Quatrain
I can see through my eyelids, lies
the color of indigo-
worn on the sleeves of the world.
And when they crawl through lips
I will know.
I can melt the world into ink
with heat-
from the sun that swallows indigo.
And we can either hold our breath,
or breathe the color of violet
like air.
The answer should be clear
as starlight
sprinkled over blackened sky.
And I-
am the opal moon,
emperor of peach strained dusk
You don't know what I can do.
Categories:
opiate, art,
Form: Free verse
Opiate of delusion…
Tempted by the flesh again,
Insanity, on mind descends,
Fools are made, where love transcends,
Opiate of delusion,
Give your heart, your very soul,
Estatic mindset, does take hold,
Another’s heart, yet you control,
Opiate of illusion…
Don Johnson
Categories:
opiate, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored)
I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages
Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages
But they don’t hear their words all they do is look
And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book
Theses sages stand on the street spouting words others don’t hear
I know theY'RE all idiots because all they do is stare
But rather than adhere to what they have to say
They stay for three minutes and then take their away
These geniuses and sages have somehow found a clue
And all they want to do is share it with both me and you
I see, I observe, I weep from what I hear
Because these morons walk away from sages whose wisdom is made clear
Yet I see these phools pass by and stop for a while
But they refuse to learn and I find that vile
They LISTEN TO words they hear yet do not understand
That there ain’t a soul who sees a man in danger and will lend a helping hand
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ! ~free cee!~
Categories:
opiate, angst, words,
Form: Quatrain
RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored)
I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages
Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages
But they don’t hear their words all they do is to look
And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book
Theses sages stand on the street spouting words the foolish don’t hear
I know their all idiots because all they do is stand there and glare
But rather than adhere to what these sages have to say
They stay for three minutes and then take their away
These geniuses and sages have somehow found a clue
And all they want to do is share it with both me and you
I see, I observe, then I weep from what I hear
Because those morons walk away from sages whose wisdom is made clear
Yet I see these phools pass by and stop for a while
But they refuse to learn from them and I find that vile
They emote words they hear yet do not understand
Such as there ain’t a soul who sees a man in danger but won’t lend a helping hand
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ! ~free cee!~
Categories:
opiate, angst, words,
Form: Quatrain
You are my sun.
My every action gravitates, orbits, revolves around you.
Pulling me closer and closer your rays of light are magnetic,
and I can't fight the temptation.
I am blinded by what makes sense,
hypnotized by the warmth so near,
and deceived by the beautiful mask you wear.
For what lays inside the golden yellow of your exterior silently waits to destruct, explode, and erase every memory of the entrancing star you used to be.
Categories:
opiate, angst, confusion, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Waking up,
Never asleep to begin with-
Rather hazy daze,
You could see the clouds in my veins,
When I woke up-
Vomiting morsels,
I came to the idea,
Perhaps a thought,
Though these things passed,
I found a way to free myself,
From the liquid opiate world where I had vanished to.
Categories:
opiate, fantasy, happiness, imagination, mystery,
Form: Free verse