Overdose

 

Overdose

The light bulb blinked on
And took a look at the floor,
Filled with the debris of the night before:
The table, packed full;
Two bottles; red wine and two glasses,
A line of coke, wrapped weed and smokes
The splayed ankles of the model,
Panties hanging like an ankle chain on one.
Music spilling from throbbing speakers.
What a party!

The fan turned a lazy 360,
Swinging the necktie, the head and the crooked neck.
The bloated body dangling a dance;
Faeces spilled on piss, swimming down twitching legs.
The music played on.
What a way to go!

Rigor mortis and bloated smile in a tango.
A wild dance, the home theatre echoed;
Sweaty window panes leaching
The moonlight, the pretty diamond stars,
The weaving trees and lapping sea.
The music played on.
The party continues...

The policeman wiped his brow,
Picked the weed and money,
Walked to the ankled panty,
Searched the still swinging, bloated body,
And walked out into the rain.
Found a dry spot,
Lit the weed
And started nodding his head.
Good weed, good music;
Overdose, hmmn..., more paperwork.
The music stops.

 photo credit: http://www.treatment4addiction.com/addiction/heroin/overdose/

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