Dope Dealing
by Sam M. Phillips

Flowing silk gowns,
Heavy feather crowns,
Leather tether bound,
Ground to dust sound.

Found a metaphor,
Raw subconscious score,
Pile it up more.

Law broken,
Token effort,
Effluent affront,
Fluent font.

Fort folding,
Hand holding
Regal sceptre.

Interceptor of dreams,
Message screams,
Reams of paper filled,
Steam of flesh grilled.

Milled corn,
Built scorn,
Gathered and worn.

Forlorn poet writing,
Sick, sad, and inviting,
Biting tongue,
Mounting rung.

Wrung out
And strung out,
He turns about,
Spinning on gout
Infested limb.

Cannot win,
Troubling din,
Grin and bear it,
Cannot share it.

My thoughts alone,
Unable to atone
For differences,
Disturbances in mood.

Food helps nerves,
Not much else serves,
Swerves of feeling
Leaves me reeling.

Stealing hope,
Length of rope,
Cannot cope,
So I elope,
A dope dealing,
Searching for healing.

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