All Rocked Out

lxdollarsxl on Jan 7, 2011

Junkies.

He sits hand grasping a bong
Wide eyed in uncontrollable psychedelic haze
Rocking with the stoned crows of cocaine

Ecstasy changes hands for grubby crumpled notes
Sitting rocking on haunches smiling stupidly
Passing out the candies of tablets galore

Rocking until he passes out in his own vomit
The bemused poppers look on stupefied
One by one collapsing into their own distant worlds

Only rock in sight basted down for use
Needles click the spoons siphoning
Spitting into the veins
More fly on invisible wings to music

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Michal Dorcak on Jan 7, 2011
Wow, this poem is amazing (yet kind of sad). I was actually imagining it all while reading. Though, I must admitt that it made me feel a bit sick – after all, you pictured some pretty disgusting things here.
bigpapadan on Jan 7, 2011
Ah, yes, the belly of the beast. I have to say, the imagery was clear. Michal is right, pretty disgusting things here.
lxdollarsxl on Jan 7, 2011
well yes it may be, but that is what happens – better it be ugly and put someone off doing it than making it sound cool,clean and easy
PSingh1990 on Jan 7, 2011
Nice Share.
janesteban on Jan 8, 2011
It’s really disgusting, but it’s the reality. Great poem.

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