Submissions by Gonzo69 (AnthonyHendrix)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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The Junkie Philosopher
The junkie philosopher dwelled in
Smoke filled rooms in bad hotels and
Shit bars in broke down sides of town.
His clothes were always ripped and
His arms always showed tracks.
His words were always slurred and
His mind was always tormented.
I found him near dead in an alley at
Night coughing blood into a dirty rag and
Clutching a pile of notebooks to his chest.
“Just another starving artist” I thought,
But as I got closer, he gave me this stare.
I knew that stare. I had that stare.
He begged me to show his writings...
Smoke filled rooms in bad hotels and
Shit bars in broke down sides of town.
His clothes were always ripped and
His arms always showed tracks.
His words were always slurred and
His mind was always tormented.
I found him near dead in an alley at
Night coughing blood into a dirty rag and
Clutching a pile of notebooks to his chest.
“Just another starving artist” I thought,
But as I got closer, he gave me this stare.
I knew that stare. I had that stare.
He begged me to show his writings...
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The After Party
Last call at the club was done and
He found himself snowblind on a
Couch at an after party tapping his
Toes to the sound of fast house music.
Then she walked in, her nose--itchy red,
And her body--blurred by smoke silhouettes.
She wore a skimpy black dress that night.
She wore high heels and had tattoos crawling
All over her. She had black hair and green eyes
Too deep for any man not to fall into them.
And he did. Fast. Potent as a bump, the
Sight of her shocked him out of his daze--
Off...
He found himself snowblind on a
Couch at an after party tapping his
Toes to the sound of fast house music.
Then she walked in, her nose--itchy red,
And her body--blurred by smoke silhouettes.
She wore a skimpy black dress that night.
She wore high heels and had tattoos crawling
All over her. She had black hair and green eyes
Too deep for any man not to fall into them.
And he did. Fast. Potent as a bump, the
Sight of her shocked him out of his daze--
Off...
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Blow on the Dash
As my Dad and I stumbled
Out of the neighborhood bar,
I saw a little bag in his hand--
Images of eight balls all over it.
I could see the tempting white inside.
I wanted it more than I wanted love.
I wanted it more than a functional family.
After a few minutes of searching,
We found his haunting black truck.
I told him, “Break it out, I know you got it.”
“Get in the fucking truck man” he responded.
We got in and...
Out of the neighborhood bar,
I saw a little bag in his hand--
Images of eight balls all over it.
I could see the tempting white inside.
I wanted it more than I wanted love.
I wanted it more than a functional family.
After a few minutes of searching,
We found his haunting black truck.
I told him, “Break it out, I know you got it.”
“Get in the fucking truck man” he responded.
We got in and...
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Empty Capsules
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The Young Poet
The young poet sits in his dim lit room
Drinking cheap wine and wondering.
He knows it could all just be bullshit
But oh how he wants to believe himself.
He takes another sip and sparks a cig
Then you start to hear the clicks.
Suddenly there’s music in the air.
He can no longer feel his room around him.
We see walls. He sees anything. He is free.
Losing track of his typing, he only has to think.
His fingers now move with his thoughts.
Clocks spin and his attention is never broken.
Then it ends and he sits depressed at the foot of his bed...
Drinking cheap wine and wondering.
He knows it could all just be bullshit
But oh how he wants to believe himself.
He takes another sip and sparks a cig
Then you start to hear the clicks.
Suddenly there’s music in the air.
He can no longer feel his room around him.
We see walls. He sees anything. He is free.
Losing track of his typing, he only has to think.
His fingers now move with his thoughts.
Clocks spin and his attention is never broken.
Then it ends and he sits depressed at the foot of his bed...
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Death At The Door
Death knocks at the door
Waiting for me to answer.
Tap, Tap, Tap, I hear it and pretend
Not to know what waits for me.
I hide in my smoke filled room bunkered
Down behind a wall of empty bottles.
The Tap turns to a haunting Knock
And my heart starts to beat faster.
I turn the music up to drown out
The sound of the Knocking but I cant,
The Knock is turning into a Rumble.
I look up over the bottles and see the
Door shaking and starting to break--
Dark red light pulsating through the cracks.
My bottle wall...
Waiting for me to answer.
Tap, Tap, Tap, I hear it and pretend
Not to know what waits for me.
I hide in my smoke filled room bunkered
Down behind a wall of empty bottles.
The Tap turns to a haunting Knock
And my heart starts to beat faster.
I turn the music up to drown out
The sound of the Knocking but I cant,
The Knock is turning into a Rumble.
I look up over the bottles and see the
Door shaking and starting to break--
Dark red light pulsating through the cracks.
My bottle wall...
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The Young Junkie
The young junkie lies in a dark room
Satisfied by his perfectly crafted high.
He believes he will always feel this way.
He looks over at his girlfriend sleeping next to him
And thinks about the troubled life she has lived,
About how much better she could do then him.
She wakes up and gazes into his eyes.
He sees nothing left and moves on.
“More?” He asks her. “Yes” she says.
He blacks out the blinds with dirty blankets
And pulls out the syringes and burnt spoons.
She shoots him up and says she loves him.
Then the high is...
Satisfied by his perfectly crafted high.
He believes he will always feel this way.
He looks over at his girlfriend sleeping next to him
And thinks about the troubled life she has lived,
About how much better she could do then him.
She wakes up and gazes into his eyes.
He sees nothing left and moves on.
“More?” He asks her. “Yes” she says.
He blacks out the blinds with dirty blankets
And pulls out the syringes and burnt spoons.
She shoots him up and says she loves him.
Then the high is...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Gonzo69 (AnthonyHendrix)