Percocet Conquistador

[Artguy]

the percocet blues
the rhythm in my brain
tinnitus and pulse
going with the friday flow
nowhere else to go
walk this floor
till the hardwood shines
sleep with Mexican blanket
pulled to my throbbing ears
quench my dream fears
aztecs speak to me
a conquistador
armour blinded
from temple sun
image on the run
blood trickles
from the corners of
twisted thought
awake

[mtmynd]

hell of a write, artguy...

[stilltrucking]

I wish I knew what to say


I hope you found some relief
in writng your poem

"angel in green
sister morphine"

[judih]

the work is fine
some painfully strong images
so painful i can hear myself bleed

[mnaz]

Life = pain?

But it's so sweet though..
It vibrates, it pulses.

[Arcadia]

it has paracetamol, it would easily kill me!

(your poem reminded me instantly to Cortázar´s tale "La noche boca arriba"! , gracias!! )

[constantine]

this is top rate.

[hester_prynne]

Excellent, moving, vivid....and more.
Wowed.
H

[SmileGRL]

nightmare-ish...hope you feel better!