Pike's Place and Pineapple (Fairly Odd Recovery Poem)

I wrote this poem today because I didn't feel like messing with my novel--I did a whole lot on it over the past couple of days that has to steep, but the first half is finally perfect, at least in my view...I thought why not switch gears? I wanted to write something kind of goofy about my experience, maybe a bit less dark, not that it isn't, but I think the humor offsets things.

A few more of you wrote about coffee today. It must be Coffee Day. Is there one of those? 


Pikes Peak and Pineapple

I recall walking 15 miles through the night

now my hip is gone and it ain’t right

I strutted through the valley

with a guitar and a knife

the kind you stick inside yourself, alright? (like you can dig it)

oh, I been to Pluto, man

you bet I been to Mars

these days I’m just glad I ain’t behind bars (yikes!)

I love my coffee

and all these lovely strains

I love them both because I cannot have cocaine

or heroin in vein

or alcohol in brain

For I cannot have goddamn METH again

(oh, how fucked is the past)

young, they called me gifted

then I grew up fucked

headshots, hammers, tripping on toy trucks!

I guess that’s no excuse

to have tried dying alive

maybe I got it figured out this time

but, uh…

yep, I love my coffee

and all these lovely strains

I love them both because I cannot have cocaine

or heroin in vein

or alcohol in brain

For I cannot have goddamn METH again

(the wave of the future is translucent caramel)

break it up so sticky, I smell like the pines

sugar in my coffee, on my pipe

k-cups are a rip off

use them up despite

such beautiful balance

I love not nodding out

not having to fight

or bed down with rats and ghouls

Buddha hits me different

Some get lax and dumb

I still have yet to meet the strain that turns my brains to chum

(some aren’t so lucky!)

OH

now there just a touch of shitstorm

if you let it go

much better than puking, dying, screaming all alone

so, I love my coffee

and all these island strains

I love them both because I cannot have cocaine

or heroin in vein

or alcohol in brain

For I cannot have goddamn METH again

(the wave of the future is life)

fire eels slithering in my guts

why the fuck did I wake up?

cannot think that way

stretches make me happy

fear and anger roll away

and it has to be this way

‘cos fentanyl is fucking lame

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