Love is the drug I hear them say
Can I get it in a tablet or a nasal spray?
Love is the drug and it’s messing with my brain
Your detox did today but I’ll backslide again
Let me get caned in your cuddles
Do a gram of wet-eye-stares?
Or maybe try some methalove;
Warm and close but not as scary?
Love is the drug, light afterglow
My shot in the arm, your ultimate dose
My sweet narcotic of nuzzling necks
A sure-fire hit for knock-out sex
Love is the drug
Our tearing loss
Our need to do it again
From the soaring highs of love’s hot fix
Where blood rushes blindly inciting my psychosis.
We lie it’s forever. I believe it’s what hurts.
An infinite comedown and it’s aching our hearts.
Posted in New poetry |
Tagged beat, desire, drugs, eyes, life, Love, narcotic, need, people, personal, poem, poetry, romance, simile, story, tears, time, withdrawal |
Time for a change –
curling gracefully moment’s glide,
& inside our soft heads
this sweet tooth did not once
bite down or taste sugar.
As my mushed eyes
fade, squarely, to black.
In time, all that I see
is furred and fuzzy:
Broken scenes all about
in flat black and white…
There’s more to seeing than eyes though
& more to see.
Time for a change –
so roving eyes abound
& capture all fleeting edges
all blurs of life
whilst whisking minds
to new sites & sights.
for the latest views.
Such dedication from so many stars and this medication to stick up their arse how full and engaging the mighty play lights entertaining ideas that take most of the night. Where musical reasons take second seats back for the cat thieves and bread men who smell their attack! Well late and unstable a morbid curl comes rolling eyes wide and licking air just as well… Oh! Too late indeed for your eye-licking frenzy and caught by a lash these tears painfully leave.
Posted in Breaking Dreambones |
Tagged blues, dark, drugs, eyes, lies, memory, misery, musical, pain, poetry, sickness, stories, stream, tears |
Prince V crept
swift and direct
into yesterday’s conversation.
The sly young Duke
still pungent with puke
reared his head to spit on my day.
I brushed off his purple phlegm,
and then he shied away –
but came around again today.
This time we were ready and laughed
so for tomorrow?
Will it be joy or sorrow?
If yet again he tries to break my arms.
I have to wait
we need no bait
If Prince V’s wanted he’ll get here.