Posts Tagged ‘waiting’

sleep

Damn sleepless night

Head cramping

Legs restless

Frustration growing

Have a wank

An hour later still can’t sleep

Listening to music- triple J and RTR

Surfing across stations in search of calm vibes

Frustration growing

Trying to self-sooth to sleep with mantras, incantations diaphragmatic breathing

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Should I count sheep or guinea pigs?

But just can’t get there

Frustration growing

Get up

Read a book

Damn eyes are going

Can’t read the print

A curse on all people who sleep easily

A wish for some seriously strong sleeping pills

A fantasy of gnarly benzodiazepines

Mogadon me baby

Now, now, now

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

Port Wine

Posted: June 13, 2015 in poetry
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iga

Sitting in the IGA shopping center car-park drinking ten-dollar port wine
Wondering how many hours I’ve spent waiting for drugs
How many minutes of fervid expectation, my senses hollowed out with longing
It always has to be this way
Will it be there or will they rip us off
Where the fuck are they
Fuck me it’s been hours
I wonder what they’re doing
Probably done the deal and chatting about meaningless crap
Forever and ever amen eloi eloi sabachtani hallelujah om
I pray to fallen gods who govern drug deals to bring the drugs to us
Then it’s here
A whole ounce of ganja
The guy who’s buying weighs it up and says it’s okay
We roll a massive doobie for the walk back
I get a chunky bud as my share
And we head for home

Meth

Posted: November 8, 2014 in poetry
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meth
I have spent vast quantities of time waiting for drugs
The wasted hours stretch out to infinity on the wings of vultures
Daylight dances across the eucalyptus
Kookaburras bend air into original shapes
I look at my phone and make a game of waiting for the next ten minutes
And then it is here
Transparent supersonic methamphetamine crystals
And when my friend hits the vein the blood in the fit is the brightest red I’ve ever seen
Soon we’re racing off our head on rock
I can’t stop talking about how good I feel as I rush through time
I could take the whole world from behind and pull down its trousers