Short Syringes Poems

Syringes make and take a fill
Whispering flows of liquid sill
Ecstatic heart beat announces no will
Elated pressures are grasping the thrill
Thousand of miles and every things still








Acrostic/Monorhyme...

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Echoes of the Silent Shore

Garbage, raw sewage, needles,
syringes, food wrappers.
Plastic, cans, bottles, trash,
oily sand, old fishing line.

I stand on the shore and I see
waste and destruction everywhere.
If nothing is done, the only sound
will be the waves crashing into a
silent shore.
...

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The great be not proud
when greatness you enjoy
is of under-hand games
dark hours toll their bells

Wards are ready for custody
syringes and bandages wait
glands shall be dry of tears
none at all will emerge
for your noble chaotic order

That day clouds will riot
to carry you on the journey
across the great destiny seas...

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Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday....

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lush blue syringes
filled with caked on pus
she is not a mannequin
nor a living doll
nor dead space ajar.
She likes to stare
at the backs of her hands
as if at any moment
they would mutate into dust.
She can still feel
their presence
as she reaches out for air
one cup of blue air.
An empty yearning,
an empty gesture,
withheld alone....

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Dearest to and embraces the weaknesses of others
On his account, he is a negotiator between life and death
Commitment to this fight has been sealed by the oath
Through pills and syringes he’s on Life’s side
Or by cutting, expertly done to the awe of a butcher, then
Reliefs everyone involved when every of his efforts count...

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Another dose
Of the good stuff
Poppin all night
5 syringes 7 drugs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Smokin,sniffin,inhaling
Cloud 9 of all highs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Drink after drink
Shot after shot
Chug after chug
But it's just not enough
Take a high way drive
Feel invincible
Laughing
Joking
But oh so serious
110 mph
But all I do is
Sing
Write
Draw
Dance
Create
My talents
My skills
My love
My high...

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Addiction,  
reality,  
non-fiction.  
All is dark,  
out of the shadows,  
eyes of a  
Great White shark;  
Blank stares  
beyond glass windows.  

Syringes,  
false smiles,  
glass vials.  
Void laughs harkend  
therein the  
presence of death;  
'Crystal Death'!  
Intoxicating moments  
illy starkened.  

Much dysfunction,  
such malfunction  
thereof mortal robots.  
Of flesh  
and of mind --  
so rots  
mortal robots.  
A touch of  
self-destruction!...

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