Cocaine Blues
written by: Robbie Masso
Thank you, sir,
may I have another?
Every twenty minutes work?
Between songs?
Do I have a choice?
Dance with me at my concert.
It has air-conditioning.
I’m hot but chilled.
I’m energized but sloth.
I’m focused but slow.
I’m loving but limp.
The sticks drop from my hand
as time goes faster than I thought.
I push the tempo of every song.
The weightlessness of
a body high
gives me perfect posture
on my throne.
Hey you, in the front row.
Come kiss me, I’m lonely
behind these drums.
I want to see if my numb mouth
can feel yours.
I forget what I thought.
What song is it?
I’m in control, I swear.
These songs are going by fast.
The concert’s over?
Come back with me, front row lady.
Your turn.
Taste the diesel,
the drip,
and feel complete
while feeling nothing.
Robbie Masso
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