Your Mind on a Roll is
Like a slug in a whiskey jug
you don’t remember when
you had your last meal, your
last piece, or even your last
Are you unsure where your
memory of past delights in
the silent nights has gone,
or have you forgotten how to
wonder where you’ve been?
I remember in November when
you had a rock and roll record
atop the charts, but it took a
I’m glad you forgot the time you
were so desired, you became tired
and wanted bodyguards to keep
your admirers away.
Of all the tunes you knew, “Cocaine”
was the one you always sang and
while you rocked and rolled, cocaine
took a heavy toll on your soul.
Now with a face that’s out of place
wherever you go, because it shows
how you lived your life.
Though I was never quite sure, I figure
you’re only forty four, yet when I take
your hand in mine, I think you look like
you’re a hundred and four.
cocaine > poetry > rock&roll