Poezie

The Drug

(for GA)

1 min lectură·18 august 2010

Mediu

I would chew it night and day,

if I could.

In sedate cyber-land,

we innocently name it Chat.

But here, where I live,it\'s more like khat,

and addictive as hell.

They say it\'s mild and not dangerous at all.

Then, why does my heart drum

like a trapped black bird

under my ribs?

why does the kissing sound of each stripped leaf

race the blood in my veins?

And why is one leaf never enough?

I would strip a whole tree,

like a goat stretching into a tamarisk,

grinding its teeth sideways

at mouthfuls of acrid green,

staining its mouth

with runnels of narcotic juice.

Like a goat-

a goat with yellow eyes glazed,

its vertical pupil-slits dilated,

its searching lips kissing at the furthest leaves,

its stained teeth grinding,

and the hungry gurgling of its hollow belly

mesmerizing.

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Philomena van Rijswijk. “The Drug.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13950634/the-drug

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