To gainfully elevate myself..
From spiralling down with gravity..
These roads of smoky casket..
While I sit,..
Twitching, twitching, itching..
I tell myself, I am not addicted..
To the poof..
Yet my blood boils, with adrenaline..
Demanding to be made calm..
By the poof, poof..
Like a primate in a cage..
I beat my chest restlessly, relentlessly..
To be let go,..
Allow the poof to serve its purpose..
Of giving me the ahh feeling..
Ahh to my death bed..
Of breathless breath..
Choking, clogged up, on the ahh..
Choking, clogged up, on the ahh..
Of yesterdays poof..
So I will suffer painfully..
To gainfully relief myself...
With elevation from the ahh..
Ahh poof, poof of casket beds..
I am not to be deceived..
By the craves lust of the grave..
No more, no more..
nice. i like the poofs and the ahs, would make for great fun in the reading...and i am glad you end in hope...
ReplyDeleteI like the sound effects (onomatopoeia0, the smoky casket, and introduction of the primate simile. The positive spin at the end works well. Nice challenge response.
ReplyDeleteha - i like the poofs..would love to hear you read this..
ReplyDeleteGood piece, good flow, all that. Solid work.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem. 27 days free today of the evil habit.
ReplyDeleteI love the lyrical use of "poof"...very nice...
ReplyDeleteI like everything about this poem .... Happy New Year!!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Helen...I like everything.
ReplyDeleteThank God I gave it up - poor, proof! Well done.
ReplyDeleteAhh...a very good description of addiction.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
It is a powerful addiction for sure....great lines here Kodjo!!
ReplyDeletesmokin good one KD...thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteI am taken in by your words and descriptions. Such a powerful look at a powerful drug.
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