|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Articles/Stories Administration
|
|
Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
Chemical Rest
The booze, the cruise, the 12 o’clock news
TV dinners and mislaid shoes
Clothes in a heap; the body needs sleep
Odd woman out in a world of twos.
Las Vegas glasses; albums are dusty;
Bills on the counter; carpet is musty;
Pleasure’s too simple; work’s too hard;
Wallet’s too thin; thighs are like lard;
Turn the next card.
Hope comes at daybreak; there’s always tomorrow.
Sleep is the antidote; night is for sorrow.
How much can you borrow?
Make me a promise; tell me a lie; lovely white powder make me high.
It’s a turbulent affair; I come to you when no one’s there.
Show me a way, lead me astray; just don’t turn and walk away.
I’m the one who knows me best;
There’s me, and then there’s all the rest.
Love and comfort’s just a guest.
Chemical rest.
Crystal mystic; are we stoned? Tell me that I’m not alone. Take me home.
Siren promise, lift me up!
Mirrored dust of hate!
Suffocate this sorrow; manipulate my fate.
Razor clicking on the glass, I hear in you the sound
That hides behind a spoken word; the “truth” we think we’ve found.
What have we to make us wise? What have we but us?
Shall I be just a shimmer in the sparkling lumpy dust?
Inhale the lack of trust.
|
|
|
|
|