Poetry: Selections from beat56

drug poetry

drug poetry is a dying art

there are still odes to be dreamwritten

in the night like the sun

coming up like a drug of the

lonely night stars

like loves eyes

and if beauty is eternal

poetry shines

invoked oblivion

is a dying art

Chai tea and cigarettes

books sit quietly

on their shelf

old grunge records

in their soul sleeves

I sit lonesome

like Coleridge

or old Kerouac

a divine fragility

to read such beauty

the drug was childhood

the comedown was memory

this Coca Cola in a glass morning

on a rainy day

makes me feel like

a kid again

for a couple of blissed minutes

fades away

leaving

a childhood comedown

beat56 is a grunge lake beat death drug Romantic poet who wants to be a waterfall when he grows up but is cool being a mountain stream.