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Dreams Of Using
by Chris Sorrenti
dreams of using
guilt for abusing
pump the pills into your head
wash them down
with the bubbly brown
then crawl off to bed
up in a flash
with the purple morning
early birds churping
inside your head
into the living room
to check the mess
cursing the spouse
for the tabs she left
scamper now scamper now
scamper now do
pick them up
in a Tupperware cup
before the rug rat's awakened
but as they fall in
even more fall out
till the task becomes impossible
then mother floats into the room
WHAT'S THAT? she demands
with the eyes of Medusa
and you turn into stone
© 1989
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12/18/2004 Author's Note: Inspired by a nightmare I had while in treatment for substance abuse at Meadow Creek, Kanata, Ontario; an extension of the Royal Ottawa (Psychiatric) Hospital.
Posted on 12/19/2004
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/19/04 at 04:26 AM Its like a feeling of being caught red handed. Dream or a reality??? A distinct depiction of a scene, from within as well as without.I can't help laughing. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 12/19/04 at 05:18 AM Wow, Chris, powerful poem. Your imagery here is amazing and, despite the fact it's written with little emotion within the words ... it elicits much emotion for the reader and about the writer. I couldn't laugh at this one. It's sad to me. Well done. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/21/04 at 01:21 AM scary and tragic, with a powerful ending. I like the Medusa, and play on stone. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/21/04 at 03:12 AM From the very simple to the very complex, you picture a very intense and poignant experience of drug addiction in vivid imagery. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/21/04 at 04:31 PM incredible imagery and accurate portrayal, even coming from a dream, of the downward spiral of addiction... brilliant... blessings... |
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