Its midnight once again, and here we are.
In this place, so sleazy, sexual, in this bar.
I wait for you in silent desperation,
Hiding the shakes, the perspiration.
My PVC dream and rent boy fantasy,
You’re the idol of my romantic tragedy.
Needle obscene and powder fine,
But it’s only with cash that you become mine.
The clock keeps ticking, though time has ceased,
Slow motion dream state with a rolled up note, creased.
I see you in my mind, like a good time girl,
And await my high to slowly unfurl.
The stained bar gives no clue
Of the deals we’ve done.
Of the times of me and you,
When I made you come.
The door opens and you stand there,
With your eyes so blind, you can’t help but stare.
I smell the alcohol of your nightly daze,
And watch you light up through a smoky haze.
We exchange gifts like lovers often do.
You pocket the money and our time is through.
You leave in silence, no words wasted,
I open the envelope and the white powder is tasted.
The real deal, the magic dust.
It sets me on fire; I give in to the lust.
Lovingly cut and arranged so fine,
I lower my head and do the line.
The world vanishes and it’s just me,
The chemical mix allows me to see.
We’re all just dying, if not already dead,
I loose myself again inside my broken head.
Author notes
Originally, this was going to be recorded as a song-a piece of guitar music dragged out and dark with the words said, or rather, hissed over the top. (Think of Placebo's 'Something Rotten' and it was kind of like that, only not as good!)
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Comments
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This piece....I remember it fondly. To me, it runs like 'Something Rotten' but has a more 'Nancy Boy' aura to it. Wonderful writing as usual Hon
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it's only with cash
that you become mine. That certainly says it all, even to make me read on. "Like lovers often do" is a good touch too. "The lust" is for the drug, not the person; I like that too. "I loose myself again inside my broken head" -- good conclusion
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