Panic stricken, heartbroken, under pressure - flakey-flakey.
Palms sweating, eyes burn, tongue swallows - lazey-dayzey.
Words flow, thoughts race, imagination – brace-me, chase-me.
Give me six, give me eight,
No let’s make it twenty,
Sleepy, empty, four-and-twenty, plenty – empty-empty.
Try hard to wake me,
Won’t stir, shake me,
Handwritten note, shaky hand, blame me, blame and shame me – wakey-wakey.
Pretty self-explanatory. Drug abuse or misuse goes back as far as the Greeks and the Romans and beyond. If it wasn't ancient beer, it was plant-based hallucinogens and then opium, cocaine, cannabis and then tobacco. Then in modern times heroin and LSD. And of course there has often been a direct link between creativity and drug abuse or misuse. Take opium with its popularity with writers such as Charles Dickens, Lord Byron, Percy Shelley and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Or cocaine with Sigmund Freud and Thomas Edison. Absinthe with Vincent Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde and Ernest Hemingway. And LSD with Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. Thankfully my own abuse/misuse was quite limited but I have to admit it could lead to an intensity of creativity. This poem is basically a prescription. Edward