poetry

Her & you & me

What turned the girl from writing ‘cancer do not smoke’ on packets

of fags and spitting up the bitterness of a glass of wine, i’d rather have elderflower or something less tart

to a girl who in the dark

consumes all substances and volatiles capable of altering

reality

searching without noise for the one pill, fix, swig to

obliterate thinking

 

What turned her attention from the blackboard of learning and books cradled with knowledge, discussions on lawns, when summer time yawns hardest and dries

the land yellow

in search instead of darkness, absorbing and contrite not at all with mating call for those who do not fit and wish to slip, hook, line and sinker, down the rabbit warren

yes

this was her hollow, without demand it sprung up a flower of despair, take a petal, eat a stem, share your woe

nobody else could understand what happened from one moment to next, when she exited her life and began to inhale deeply, the mysteries of earth

sucking close to lips every way she could, a hope to find within the harmony of the provoke an easement of kinds

What began the addiction to, getting smashed, blitzed, off her tits, really wrecked, until tables unturned and she grew wings and

fled

to where nobody knew her, she could begin her love affair anew, take this drug, that drug, so many choices, who knew?

What did it matter if this life would last

just once more

she needed to feel only one way

and that was found in

the arms of heroin

and other substances

careful in their caress

to ausage their addicts unrest

What turned her from her former self, what moment, what imbalance, in head or heart? caused an irrevocable depart from all she was, and now, thin and wane, she no longer understands, that once, she did not need, all this to live, to subsist, to feed

she was able to tolerate the world of men

better then before perhaps

a sadness crushed that little part

of hope she had

for now in bliss she is closer than ever

to giving up and letting the intoxicate take her

as far away as she always wanted to be

from those who hurt

and judge

and make bleed

children of time

who grow into

her and you, and me

 

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43 thoughts on “Her & you & me

  1. Pingback: Her & you & me – thefeatheredsleep

  2. trE says:

    I think… you took most of your time here, carefully working each word, layering each line just right. not a flaw, not one single, solitary flaw. It’s perfect:

    “yes

    this was her hollow, without demand it sprung up a flower of despair, take a petal, eat a stem, share your woe

    nobody else could understand what happened from one moment to next, when she exited her life and began to inhale deeply, the mysteries of earth

    sucking close to lips every way she could, a hope to find within the harmony of the provoke an easement of kinds

    What began the addiction to, getting smashed, blitzed, off her tits, really wrecked, until tables unturned and she grew wings and

    fled

    to where nobody knew her, she could begin her love affair anew, take this drug, that drug, so many choices, who knew?”

    I was roped in. This is quite the read. Quite the read, indeed.

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    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      i wasn’t sure if American’s would get the jingoism of ‘off her tits’ which is a very english expression that ironically i learned after being in england but i think it’s so coarse and vulgar i love it!

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      • trE says:

        I think Americans totally get anything with “tits” in it. Lol.

        I think it works well in this. It adds flavor to an already flavorful piece. I’m for it.

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      • thefeatheredsleep says:

        I like vulgar once in a while (ok so I think it may pepper even my downplay, ah well, perverts and peonies)

        Like

      • thefeatheredsleep says:

        To get me through the emptiness of not hearing these classics from England! The other one I miss is ‘you scrubber’ and I really liked ‘minger’ I just cannot explain these to people! 😉

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      • Minger is one of my favourites.

        There’s a Welsh band called the Super Furry Animals (you may know). One of their lyrics (from Hello Sunshine) is:

        I’m a minger.
        You’re a minger too.
        So come on minger.
        I want to ming with you.

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      • thefeatheredsleep says:

        Brilliant! I had heard of Super Furry Animals (love anything Welsh so no surprise) but never the words to that song. Good grief I want that on a t-shirt! HAHAHAHA! Tosser and Bisom and Toe-rag are close seconds 😉

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