"halcion" poems
Upper East Side
The Hamptons
Aspen, Colorado
The plastic people
Follow each other
Moving in herds
Like cattle to the
Slaughter
Drifting
Floating
Shifting focus
From one charity event
To another
Whatever’s trendy
Whatever’s fashionable
Whatever’s happ’ning
Whatever’s the need
Tainted new artists
Society’s rejects
The film-maker who fits in with
The flavor of the month
The disease or the cause
That captures the moment
Stigmas overlooked
Deformities relieved
By one hyper exertion
By one pseudo good deed
Changing bedrooms
Changing partners
New alliances
Noblesse oblige
Mrs. Astor’s
Four hundred
Reinvented forever
Reinvented with fervor
On the edge
Of hypocrisy
Keeping up with the Jones’s
Maintaining the houses
Paris, Rome, Cote du Jura
Malibu, Palm Beach
Couture fashion
Madison, Rodeo
Worth avenues united
Avenues of the liege
Location, location, location
The right address unspoken
Dinner in the right places
Sporting events to be seen
Three martini luncheons
Halcion evenings
Business is business
Where money’s retrieved
Look to plastic people
For fashionable guidance
No matter the moment
No matter the need
Remember to catch them
While jetting to Santa Barbara
Saint Maarten, San Troupe
San Marco, warp speed
They live in their milieu
Can’t function outside it
Can’t follow a shadow
That others believe
It’s easy to find them
They leave behind footprints
But barely a mem’ry
Or singular creed
Other than finding
The latest in fashion
The latest persona
Or new plastic breed
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
Klonopin Clonazepam Sintonal Diazepam
Refill my Rivotril Don't spill my Risolid
Alprazolam Bretazenil Bromazepam Lexotanil
Dadumir Olcadil Nobrium Stilny
Halcion Hypnovel Tavor! Tavor! Tavor!
Gimme gamma-aminos but only if they're butyric
With Xanax as my hand ax; Anxiety, This is War!
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
A SINGLE yellow rose
tipped with pale burgundy
scented with the bitter sweet
from being plucked too young
STRONG PENETRATING THORNS
****** halcion, alcohol, tuinal
CRACK *******
A ****** sweats on the ragged black leather couch
sick, whining,
in the dismal grey vampire apartment
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is wrong
Good! You're home with the outfits
there's a knock at the door
Good! the stuffs here
let's drown in the chemical reprieves
because,
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is so wrong
The relief sets in fast and I can relax a bit
Hey, where'd the rose come from?
"IT'S FROM ME BABE, HAPPY VALENTINES!"
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is desperately wrong
IT'S TIME FOR ME TO leave, I KNOW THAT I MUST go
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
Your dictation crutches us,
Helios? Ha, no such luck,
you get no more passes,
what even is sin?
Your ******* flux
and anorexic glut
cripples masses
and **** stains porcelain.
Swallow your halcion,
eat your ice cream,
tweet ***** don’t rinse but repeat,
your comments are racists’ dreams.
you’re a turkey neck,
a red rooster’s ****
alarming our twitter storm
every morning, ******* our stocks.
Our cup of joe is vital, signs
on roads that you detour,
this U-Turn title called potus,
is dying for more.
_trf
tenTWELVEtwentySEVENTEEN
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC