The Overdose
Sunburned scorned by unyielding sweating tears on his skin
With pitch-forked woolly dark hair was the falter she captured him in
His whole body, twitching and vibrating, failed into a sweet demise
But his long fingered expensive hands covered his aching eyes
Eloquent and nauseated and mind filled exhausting him complete
His body stalking railroad thin and his hallow sinking cheeks
That blew life and mad air into the desirous words he spoke
But she was tiredly suspicious of a prolonging all day toke
Lava lamps trombones saxophones poetry readings and headlights of limousines
Accompanied cheap wine and the lighting of one's body with kerosene
All that she suspected him taking a disastrous part of
So with her head in the guillotine she abandoned her part as his loyal dove
Cameras and tapes and leap frogs kept milky accounts of him
She obsessing with discovering what was poisoning him
She tore her long tangled gorgeous hair with her dirty nails out of her head
And with all of the inky bloody tools she expected to find in his back shed
All the while he kept to his shaken spread hotel sheeted bed
Withdrawal loosening his tongue and bending his mind on being force fed
Alcoholic bottles hung from thin white string on his balcony
She once imagined compulsively but came to realization it was phony
While he was out she dug through bottled ships magazine clips with bleeding bitten lips
Through music sheets and ragged towels to find what made him lose his grip
On top of the world as he was and giving bits to everyone of his soul
His mind and health fell deeper into a pit where only miners of coal could go
Nevertheless he never yawned and never slept during the late night's hours
But stumbled drunkenly in the daytime through the gardener’s flowers
He kept his acoustic filled with guitar picks and a gun
Ready to pull the trigger on his mind going mad to escape this shun
Oh how badly he needed his poison but it was unattainable
So far gone that sock puppets with belated fish heads were even entertain-able
In a dust circle he wept and coughed shaking and eyes very red and full of dread
Weakened desperately so even unable to pull his skinny body in bed
He just sat and laughed on his incoherent slippery drugged words
Watching outside his blue carpeted white walled window envied freedom of the birds
But soon she burst into his flat, drenched with anger and deceit
Demanding him to show her the cupboard and store of his drugs' receipt
She filed through all things in his room, through the peas and carrots canned
He could not, would not stand, too weak to meet all of her insane demands
Dressed in black throwing his hands, he stuttered her to “please go in the bathroom, dear”
So she did and mad as hell's lawyers then she heard him then say, “look in the mirror”
Like the living dead he smiled rare at her arrival, tried to move his body to be carried
Closer to her but he would only ever again be moved to the graveyard to be buried
Dead with guilt and dead with shame she looked and his matching left fingered ring
He drank up his passion and shot up on his love for the girl who would death bring
She fell to her knees next to his fainted lifeless body laid her head upon his chest
Crying and dying she put a hand on his face, looked in his blue eyes for assurance of rest
In the ruins of the famous hotel both died of an maddening obsessive overdose
Two lustful and jealous of the other lie dead where star-struck passion flows
And smells of magnolia blows
so this poem.... i really hope people understand it. it was another of one of those uber late poems that I started and finished at about 4:00 AM. erm....i don't really have much to say about this particular poem... i like it i guess.. and i just really hope anyone who reads this understands the end and what happens to the people and why. i think the title give aids the understanding of this poem, or at least i hope it does because i really don't like to title poems unless it's absolutely necessary.
