Short Junkie Poems
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Your fascinating disposition,
My narcotic fixation.
You’re a mystical enigma,
A kryptonic ataxia.
My peculiar constitution,
A mercurial condemnation..
Form:
I’m a genuine Fruit Loops junkie
The sweet flavor gets me feelin’ spunky
Healthy options are there
I won’t eat them, I swear
I’d rather be a little bit chunky!
"What you doing at midnight the night?"
Cool down with a hot offer..
Bring one addict get one free!
( Ask the Junkie in front )
Terms and conditions apply.
Chunky,
clunky,
flunky,
junkie,
you're a chunky, clunky, drugged up tool,
flunky to a junkie, and a fool.
(Tyburn)
08,08,2019
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have I lost my way
had a penny and
a spoon today
rock hard intention
brings me to not mention
my past and drugs
leaves me alone
not sick no hugs
I die here and smoke alone
just a junkie dog and his bone
(smoking crack alone)
I am going to see you
I can't wait
I feel so happy
When your away I feel empty
Your laugh, your voice
Its like a magnet, drawing me near
Your like a drug
I'm hooked like a junkie
Willing to do anything to get more
Too much to handle
I'm an addict
Your my heroin
I'm a junkie
Your my fix
You're my addiction
I can't stop
Love is a drug
It's an addiction
Love is a drug
A drug you crave
It's a drug
You can't escape
It pulls you back in
You can never get away
Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain
The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk
Just another junkie
Now
S creaming infant.
P iercing cry.
I nsistant, persistent.
T ry the soother.
T ie the ligature.
H old the syringe.
E nd the craving.
D on't you see?
U terine hits are
M issed by baby
M anaging cold turkey?
Y our little junkie.
09/04/16
Number 3 Silent 1
If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
slow
so .... slow.
And if in time
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
slow down
slow down.
Then, a time
life's curtain
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
you're asking,
Why?
..... so am I
Stare
Despair
Head hung low
Humans rarely fare
Avoid the junkie
Do I care, deeply yes
Do I see you stare, of course
I feel, I hurt, I hope, I dream
I am ill, I am afflicted, pained
You cannot catch my addiction
I don't smell, I wash, I clean
Am I that different
You with your vodka
Your legal high
Still you stare
Who cares
Me!
He is a bookies monkey,
A blackjack Joe,
A casino junkie,
A slot machine Moe,
He is a roulette Roger,
A double down Dave,
A betting shop lodger,
A gambling slave,
He is a baccarat Billy,
A poker sharp Pete,
A wily old Willie,
A Charlie cheat,
He is a high stakes Harry,
A dog track Dan,
A lotto Larry,
He is the gambling man
Tom Cruise line, worst all-time:
“I love you, you complete me.”
Small and white,
Not quite right,
Scientology junkie
Oscar award
Cuba Gooding scored
Best supporting Actor
Tom Cruise line, worst all-time
Breakout Renee Zellweger
—————
to the tune of “Edelweis”
from the musical “Sound of Music”
written on 03/12/2022
Cough, blood everywhere, sneeze
Rotten flesh, wracked in disease
Brainless, basic instinct to eat
Cannibal, horror that they greet
Wanderer, on the road to no where
Dead eyes, unintelligent stare
Groan, the cry of death
Violence, like a junkie on meth
Shuffle, lack of balance
Virus, for the living zero tolerance
Decay, everyone will die
Apocalypse, the time is nigh
10.30.19
Suicide is real
Anxiety
Building up
Crushing
Desires of
Ever existing
Feeling like a
Gnat
Hoping they’d see me.
Invisible
Junkie
Knives call me,
Ledges scream
My
Name
Oh, come swallow these
Pills. Having no
Qualms about living.
Ropes around my neck
Slipping
Through the cracks
Useless
Varmint
With flaws on
Xerox
You’ve counted me as
Zero
Oh Bible Junkie
Proceed with caution
The needle sinking deep
Remind yourself
Or hire someone
To point out
Combustible
Degenerative verses
With euphoric illusions
Those that lead
The flock, yourself
To turning
Heavenly tricks
For ecumenical devotions
Remain cognizant
Remain real to thyself
Thy kingdom will come
But only by answering
The call
To those, to which
You're grounded.
(7/27/06)
As your beauty commands my attention I ponder my place in the grand scheme of things.
Were it not for my weakness she might lose her vanity which masks itself in a lovers promise of tomorrow.
As she walks by she uses her hypnotic curves to set abound a course to which I must act in accordance with her will.
She turned him into a junkie overnight. Pheromones being his narcotic to which there are no 12 steps to healing.
Adrenaline, he’s no stranger;
danger is his middle name.
Don’t fan his flame; you’ll just succumb,
get maimed in some little game.
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Twinned with Jesus
Its his story
The sun of God
The sun king
Sunderland winagain
One of God's better people
A whole nation what disappear
Assuredlydeath is the great chance.
So off he went towhere
The headonthe door
Beganto settle down
And began sinning
The sun began sin king
Every junkie is
He had his day in the
And he ran and ran to catch up to
Set in his ways
Orange skies
Transcendant evenings
The Golden Age died.
Addicted, Hooked
Like a junkie needing drugs
Your my drug
You keep me wanting more
When I get my fix, it's wow!
No words to describe
Too powerful to control
Too much to ignore
You leave me craving more
I get stronger doses
It seems to do the trick
I can stay away longer
But not that long
You know i'll be back
Looking for my next fix
I'm hooked on you
Your my drug of choice
Come back
I miss you
You now i'm hooked
Addicted
Scatters through strangers' scraps,
spoilt teens point and laugh,
she'll feast on left over snacks,
fills her belly & crashes on grass.
Her warmth at night, snugly blanket,
given thoughtfully by homeless stranger,
She's used to buses causing rackets,
sleeps in secret places, avoid the dangers.
She's like a needle in a fast society,
a sweetheart buried in debris
How does a mother abandon her honey,
junkie ignoring her daughter so hungry
For so long now, I’ve been fixated
on a dream.
A dream that I could find happiness
mirrored in someone else’s eyes,
But that dream has done nothing but haunt
my soul.
Fixated like a junkie craving for his
subconscious reality.
It steals from me what I’ll give freely,
not knowing that truth’s glass stares at me at all times.
Slowly it takes away pieces of my shattered
soul.
If only I could let go life would be
much simpler, but would it be worth living?
Within the waning moon
This January eve,
Aquarius in bloom
Fixes on a faded tune
Played on a bass guitar.
How far you are are
From where I am.
Those junkie memories
Do sicken me.
The lost time of
Soul madness.
Suzanne, by a river
He named me
Picking a bass guitar.
Here than you are
Here to say, hello.
Dark apparition
I have let go.
Lifes' curtain
Came crashing
And now you are asking, why?
So was I hearing only
The echo of a pounding
Bass guitar.
I am a word junkie
I cannot get enough of them
The more I learn, the more I realize
How few words I know
When I put a dictionary on my lap
And begin flipping through it,
I am amazed.
I feel illiterate,
How I can write anything at all
is a mystery to me.
Did my teachers know these words?
Why did they not teach them to me?
I am bereft
Forlorn, humbled
So I have to hide the dictionary from myself
So I can continue on, ignorantly writing away without words.
I bleed ink, it flows through my veins
My mind is filled with rhymes
I've even dreamed of the imagery
At least a million times
Rythm and flow, my children's names
Inspiration, is my wife
Imagination, floods my soul
For poetry is my life
Even my tears, are letters
For each one tells a tale
The air I breathe, becomes a story
Each time, that I exhale
Poetry is my only addiction
I crave it's warm caress
Like a junkie, words are my fix
Til it's love, I must confess