Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Cocaine By John Wieners versus White Lines by Peter Nolan Smith

For I have seen love                         At midnight way before the dawn and his face is choice Heart of Hearts,      Your face, the Ace of Spades a flesh of pure fire, fusing from the center    Flames black as my heart where all Motion is one.                        Not white like the cocaine before me__  

And I have known                              I have lived this moment before despair that the Face has ceased to stare       Many times my eyes on the lines at me with the Rose of the world                Our eyes on the lines but lies furled                                 We seek not truth, we seek no truth__  

in an artificial paradise it is Hell to get into.   Lean over and huff the cocaine If I knew you were there                        Vintage Bolivian flake I would fall upon my knees and plead to God     My heart pound a bass drum to deliver you in my arms once again.           Knowing the truth__there is no god, only cocaine__

  But it is senseless to try.                      Elation my blood on fire One can only take means to reduce misery,       It's all a lie confuse the sensations so that this Face,       Yet a lie easy to believe what aches in the heart and makes each new      Easier to believe than the lie that is their truth__

  start less close to the source of desire,        The rush's embers fade fade from the flesh that fires the night,       It's your turn to burn with dreams and infinite longing.                Hell, let's live for never__

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