Crack-Rock Deluxe

Because it was 3am
We had the windows shuttered
To the swirling peepers outside
I stood in the kitchen
And added more soda to the coke
And it was soft so I added more coke
You sat reclined in the leather armchair and recited
Oatmeal Deluxe You breathed heavily
You smoked and recited the poem
Then as if prompted from within
You broke and began talking
About power
You talked and I thought
Not hearing a word
But when you said this I heard you
You were talking about power
You said evil is only allowed
Power freely given to it
You were talking about crack
But there was a bigger truth in it
And I turned to finish my work
I sat in the armchair with you
And it felt like blending minds
You smoked and talked
And I listened to Leadbelly
Which you thought was weird
But agreed it was right for the moment
The east facing windows
Eventually let in stripes of morning light
And the tiny far off call
Of a mourning dove
And as if compelled from within
I looked at you and noticed you’d never been
That I had been smoking alone
A woman shaped piece of crack
From her toes up all night
Still you breathed heavily
And mentioned to me that the smell
Of the leather armchair
Reminded you of death
What trouble you have become
As a woman in my imagination

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About Me

A poet-chef living in Denver, Co. I use the orange Aquafresh toothpaste, off brand mouthwash, and those little floss picks.

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