The Cocaine Path
I know of some who crawled
the cracked and broken cocaine path
tantalizing their minds with chemical lies
pleasuring their bodies with synthetic love.
Grinding teeth
chewing tongues
razor blades, endless cigarettes
serious, delirious convoluted conversations.
No one ever laughed
even smiles were frozen rictus
all about control, it was all about controlling
paranoia, the dark gods ponderously creeping ever closer.
(Husha, Husha)
they all fell down
on hard ground: incarceration,
insolvency, divorce, general disgrace.
The finest of minds
defiled, personalities
waxing sociopathic, intelligences
melting under mountains of powder.
Would you like a line?
Go ahead, one won't hurt, just a little pick-me-up.
Robert Douglas Hickey |
