Posts Tagged ‘apathy’

Oxycontin

Posted: December 8, 2015 in poetry
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These green 80 milligram OxyContin tablets sell for $80 each on the street. The pink 20 milligram tablets fetch $20 each. This pain reliever is becoming the recreational drug of choice in Maine, authorities say. (NEWS Photo by Scott Haskell)

‘You have to keep chewing them’ my mate says
‘They’ve changed the formulation to stop people shooting them up’,
Feels like chewing rubber but it eventually breaks up
About ten minutes later I begin to feel a warm, numbing sensation in my legs
Gradual warming of my moribund bones, warming my brain like an internal balaclava
Ah Opiates- poppy-powered self-indulgent cocooning into comfort
Adrift in psychedelic notes of Hendrix with my heavy eyelids leading me through various semiconscious states
A whole spectrum of dopey dreams to get lost in
My whole body is perfectly numb and at peace
In my mind I soar over poppy fields through a purple sky on a scented breeze
Then it feels like my brain is curling up into a ball, secure against the world- a perfect state of addled apathy
Total body bliss
And the feeling keeps going for hours
Perfectly wasted
Hill-billy heroin indeed

underwater

Five fathoms down she sprays into the wound
Thrice blessed by intimate hints of soul decay
Because she doesn’t even know the way
To crackle in the moonlight with no sound

Five fathoms down she spits upon the wound
The wound that wondered what to do on Wednesday
Blessed sentiment that seeped through cracks
And laid a holy woman on her back

Five fathoms down she spews into the wound
So poisoning oil will spread through festering flesh
And soon become entangled in a mesh
That whistles apathy with flagrant wind

Five fathoms down she stabs into the wound
Leaves green contusions all over the skull
Knocks down the trees that bend towards the dawn
Then sweeps into a dream of sex and sin

Five fathoms down she fists into the wound
Breathing skin and bestial wailing shrieks
Into misogynist ears of corpulent Lords
Who mutter, grumble, spit and play the chords
Of bigotry and bastardry abroad

Living Room

Posted: August 12, 2014 in poetry
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messy

Twisting Serpentine smoke corkscrews from a huge pile of cigarette butts:
Highlighted against the curtain by a ray of sun-light and I can’t take my eyes off it.
Smoke curls around inside itself, swallows itself then fades into the air.
A helix of smoke arises from an incense stick and mutates into curlicues and the herbal odour permeates the atmosphere.
Smoke seems to be emitted from everywhere in the room, everything smouldering between apathy and antipathy.
Empty beer bottles are like used condoms waiting for disposal,
Dirty plates all over the floor like land-mines,
Waiting to trip someone up or smash into a hundred pieces.
A month’s worth of opened mail on the floor, ripped open, envelopes everywhere,
Combed for particularly desperate bills- everything else radiates from a central point.
Dirty mugs, bowls, pens, papers and miscellaneous crap festering on the coffee table.
Fuck me, what’s it going to take for someone to use the bin around here?