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A cautionary tale: of lines of wasting time of doing shit I’m not proud of it

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My brain has been fried by too much pills and booze
my lungs have been fibrosed by too much smoke and hooch
my liver has started failing now from all the injectables
my addictions have been diagnosed as damaging collectables 
my complexion has been described as 20 years past my age
the amphetamines did that and being in a state of perpetual rage 
my twitch is due to uppers and the paunch the sloth of coming down
and don’t talk to me about cocaine, is there any going round?
the munchies sometimes fattened me up but then the crack always thinned me out 
who needed diet pills? I did because I was kind of always in doubt
the cough syrup got me high on ephedrine I could always get a six pack 
as long as I went behind the chemist with cash paid out the back
my muscles are wasted my skin is pocked 
it’s fair to say I’m generally fucked

some of my junkie friends died young but I admit I barely noticed
unless I was trying to get clean, and yeah those times were pretty grotesque
it’s funny what getting clean meant to me it was a sort of an exchange trip
which never really worked because backwards I would always slip
so here I find myself old, no friends no family to want me and I’m really in the shit!

autopsy

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when they cut me open what did they find
a withered heart and a troubled mind
my broken engine with its oil black
muscles and sinews weak and slack
a shrivelled soul extinguished of hope
a brain of mush from alcohol and dope
I knew what was coming so I preempted death
with a listless overdose an easy last breath
with death I claimed release from a life
of never ending misery trouble strife
judge me not I did the best I could
homeless familyless and never any good

Poetry days #41.

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The Gambler

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 Precedence 
 is chance
 The roll is a fast
 chaotic dance
  
 The die is cast
 numbers spin
 Will luck outlast
 the spin I’m in?
  
 The dotted faces
 turn and prop
 bounce and hop
 My future turns
 on fortune’s stop
  
 Excitement
 Anticipation
 Fulfilment
 or suffocation
  
 Desperation
 Indecision
 High risk taking
 recidivism
  
 Bound for glory
 is my folly
 Wracked and ruined
 that’s my story
  
 Highs feed lows
 on pure vainglory

Today’s dVerse prompt from Ingrid was for a subject of each poet’s choosing. This one came from a draft I had on gambling, a subject I have been trying to get my head around.

Transient moments of clarity within my madness

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wounded I crawl 
to drag my wounds further through the dirt
dragging my belly along the ground 
is none to low for me 
in my hurt

I will scavenge to survive
but surviving will not a worthy life be
more eking out an existence 
in the shadow of you
to pay my due

just to live in the shadow of you
as close as I can be
to skulk in a shadow world
as of the light
I am unworthy

for the harm that I was to cause
I regret and pay my price
but there is not enough in remorse
that I can forgive
my owned and destructive vice

there is no doubt in my mind
I will always be 
the addict cripple
you tried to save when married
who left you ruined and harried

at least my surreptitious watching 
over you
gives me purpose with which to see
I may prevent further harm 
to you 
as self destruction 
gnaws away 
at me

For this week’s dVerse challenge Ingrid has asked us to revisit a time in our lives when we have felt pain and come out of it on the other side.

This poem is a combination of close, shared personal stories. Feeling pain is as real as the sufferer perceives it to be. How someone comes out on the other side is relative and may not be consistent or sustainable.

Pressing the accelerator

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 Flying into Melbourne 
 On a private jet
 Bouncing off ideas
 With the business jet set
  
 Closing every deal
 No matter what it takes
 Ethical or shonky
 As long as the world quakes
  
 Driven by ambition
 Minister or CEO
 Really only two choices 
 About which way to go
  
 Pressing the accelerator 
 When I should have touched the brake
 How fast am I going to go
 How much more can I take
  
 Slamming down the spirits
 Soaking up the wine
 Things are a little beery
 But everything will work out fine
  
 Climbing the hardest rock face
 Dodging the greatest fall
 Pushing to the limit
 And giving it my all
  
 Burning the midnight oil
 Up until all hours
 Burning both ends of candles
 To see how much time devours
  
 Shooting a little heroin
 For all the joy it brings
 Snorting a little cocaine
 It’s coke that makes me zing
  
 Then I lost my partner
 I leaned on her I admit
 Then I lost my friends
 Who won’t see me in a fit
  
 Wondering why I need her
 Wondering why I need it
 Wondering who l am
 Any why I’m called a shit
  
 A few dodgy deals later
 I’m sure that I’ll be rich
 But a punch up with a waiter
 Left me in a legal stitch
  
 I crashed the car last Wednesday
 Into six or so I’m told
 Realised I couldn’t pay
 Forgot insurance in the cold 
  
 Sick with hepatitis
 Broke from drugs and booze
 Living the high life baby
 Sure can make you lose
  
 Eating throwing up
 Hearing voices in my head
 Where are my friends and family
 I might be better off dead
  
 Claiming every benefit 
 Sponging every favour
 Grabbing every freebie
 Before my resolve wavers
  
 Sitting on this pavement
 Holding up my sign
 I didn’t plan to be here
 It just came in time

Don’t let them in

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15yoDeathMask

When there’s tracks that bring you down

Pick up the phone

I’m glad you called

I’m surprised to hear from you

No, it’s not ok

You only call me when you fall

I know you don’t really want to see me

It won’t be much fun for either of us

Still we couldn’t be much closer

There’s so much more for us to discuss

Maybe we will last an hour

Before another breakdown takes place

What’s the difference now you’re older?

It’s the addict lines, etched in your face

I’ll light the fire to keep us warm

You place the flowers to freshen the room

We’ll find some hope to keep us calm

While I listen to you

Then I know the infiltrators will come

Make the room cold again

You’ll throw in a line, to bullshit me some

To ensure there’s an escape route at hand

Back to the life you just retreated from

That hooks and tears and claws

The life you chose that defeated us

Relentlessly demanding more

Don’t let them in

Our house

Could be a very fine house

With children in the yard

It doesn’t have to be this hard

Everything could be easy, if not for you

With apologies to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young