The Tale of a Pharmaceutical Junkie

Awoke in a haze of macabre melancholy

Hit the medicine cabinet, snatched prescription bottles

Roaches scurried out of site, a daily routine

The living room: cold, dark, uninviting

Pills splayed across a glass coffee table

Razor blade sharpened, spoon polished

Deftone's record spun backwards

Lexapro minced, lithium diluted, xanax danced

Sweating, tremulous, thoughts distorted, heart twisted

A golden straw gleamed, god-like

Relief aligned in formation

No retreat, respite abounded 

Inhaled then exhaled, dust snorted brain-bound

Forehead numb, drainage slunk

Pixey dust back flipped into the gut

Lips chapped, anxiety stifled, yet crazed

A spittle of water, a cotton swab, a Bic lighter

Heart stopping tonic bubbled, sweat dribbled

Syringe filled, plunger cocked

Trigger pulled, middle fingers up to god and the devil

Euphoric apathy flooded primal senses

Alarm clock blared, focus regained, void of emotional pain

Skipped a shower, toothbrush untouched

Yesterday’s clothes, off to work, comfortably numbed

Positive poor denied!

                                                

One parent, three children, wrapped in rags, a dingy shack

Slept together, head to feet, back to back
Cement rugged, fought for space, someone got smacked

Stars shone, roof--torn tin

Rats crept, roach scurried, bed bugs stung

Heat raged, like a white flame, wearing patience thin

Roosters crowed, mouths yawned, arms stretched, bellies growled

Utilities unpaid, clothes sweat-drenched, cupboards bare

Mom’s cigarette lit, huffed and puffed, hungry children howled

A knock on the door, the first of the month, summer relief arrived

In the doorway, government man stood, with food, clothes, and cash

Door opened, his snout crinkled, lips thinned, turned about, left deprived

Without hesitation, mom chased, rabbit speed

The man halted, snatched the cigarette from chapped lips, and shouted

“You know the rules! No money for those who smoke weed.”

Confronting Incompetence!

Fork tongues flapped in mistruths

Words pure hocus pocus

Sloth cloaked in pious righteousness

Hypocrisy stealth in motion

Malice veiled by godly intent

Masses hoodwinked by biblical verses articulated

Accountability affronted cowish bamboozlement  

Facts trumped subjective truths

Mind uninfected by snake-oil potions

Voodoo tactics crumbled under hard footsteps

Actions bemoaned the hollowness of spoken word

Piggish greed revealed, ardently reviled

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Banality abounds
Creativity proves evasive
Head bangs against beige walls
Monitoring plinking, pixelating

Daydreams of razors gliding across tattooed wrist
Goals unwatered, wilting
Ambition fades to black
Hands cramp on keyboard

Anger regresses inward
Phone calls sent straight to vioce mail
Motivation lost, no searching
Slapped self in face, twice

Don't fret
the hamster's fed
Wire wheel turns round
Cognition sputters and sparks

Time to refocus, concentrate
Release the mind from slothish tedium
Envision something to be desired
Inspire to be more than what is now