D.O.A. & Other Poems

Written with love & care by Drew Henry

D.O.A.

Dead on arrival

Game of survival

Getting by on light beer & Turkish cigarettes

Smoke, drink, smoke again, drink again

The game’s to be sold, not told

Sorry i had to put the girls on hold

The drugs don’t work anymore

Numb, dead, smoked out brain rot

Brain cells down to a half one left

Look out & it’s so pretty, but inside so foggy

Two shots to the dome

Give a dog a bone

The dog hid his bone then lost it

i write to the degenerates

i wish the world was less technologically driven

Read a book & shut the fuck up or something

This whole thing’s played out

She rails a line to feel something

He’ll sell his soul for sex

The cemeteries & hospitals are all too crowded

Jewish lawyers saving the condemned

I’m over here in my beautiful cut of a wasteland

Drinks at casinos, sex in hotels

The good people of the world praying to God

Somehow got to get out of the mud

A spliff would set me right

Feeling jaded, hardly an intellectual

Smoke, drink, smoke again, drink again

Soccer moms in momma vans

Some asshole with a spray tan

Conversation sparked with the local junkie

Punk kids skating getting stopped by mall cops

Broken hearted sentiments

Half retarded essence

Pour me up 3 shots quick

Cigarette smoke at the old corner store

Old man about to meet the coroner

And the local junkie still pops rocks

Don’t show your cards

Grief is the underlying theme

Not sad, jus bored

Let them burn me at the stake

While i’m burning, i’ll light a cigarette

The girl crosses her legs at the DMV

The best smoke i ever had at 4 a.m.

Maybe i should watch more sunrises

i need a slit wrist tatted bitch

Get high off the sad shit

Nothing nowhere, nothing nowhere

Buzzed off substance

Most shit’s got no substance

Days Wear On & The Thrill Is Gone

most days, we’re jus trying to get through them. days roll past like the cars. the cemeteries are full. and we try to numb the pain of everything. rarely check the news… i jus brew up another coffee, smoke a cigarette, sit back & read, then play a vinyl or two. days wear on & the thrill is gone. the girls came & went like the cigarettes. too caught up in screens. art is all we have left. dog days ahead, hibernating in the heat. pop a pill, pull the covers over my head & hope the days disappear. nothing hits like a beer, a quick shot & heartbreak. i want to leave society into the snowy alps. i want to be high off one substance or another. is there anything after this life? coffee with half & half. coming to terms with some kind of Hell.

Despondency

Down bad

Overcast settles in

Smoke jus something to do

Coffee on my breath

Dog days of summer ahead

Hibernate until it’s cold again

A shot or two

Anything to numb any feeling

Broken hearted

Dearly departed

Seems like you have them & then you don’t

Ghost town cigarettes

No brain cells

Jus a degenerate

Light goes out & sleep forever

Light comes up & sip black tea

Back to doing nothing

Back to bumping music

Back out going to the corner store

The drugs don’t work anymore

Used to nothing

Clear the head

Better off dead

Left on read

Vape in bed

Drain out bad energy

Take my meds

Suffer on

Fade away

Face the black days

Tow the line

Find the hidden meaning: some secret essence

Zach Bryan at the bar

Someone playing 8 ball pool

Dead ends everywhere

All we needed was space

Dwell on the space within everything

Godspeed

A writer’s mind is not cluttered

It’s almost blank

And the next things to come up

Get typewritten by God in their mind

I sit & stab away at literature

Maybe not a stab, but i heavily sink into it

Whether to some avail or none

Helps to clear things up

Some song plays

& i write

Because, if i don’t

My head either withers like a dying tulip

Or blows up like some girl mad at me

A drag is jus relief from the static

And this vinyl softens the blow

And the coffee heats up my cold heart

How comfortable are you with doing nothing?

Really, are you alright with being nothing?

Who am i kidding, we can’t go back to nobody

It’s 2003 & Postal Service jus released Give Up

Good Cheers

Iced cold beer & good cheers

To many more through all of the years

Karma holding up, bodhisattva dharma

Medusa seduces you

Her eyes speak in slithered seductive tongues

Window peering into the soul

Pier 39 & the bread & cheese, sea & ecstasy

Reefer skates next to the forbidden reef

Focus your mind on something

Let her take your mind off something

Thing one, thing two… do you, do you

Smoke to subside the daily faults as they lie

Who you are is the truth like a flower in full bloom

Sucked into the void… exploded mind dissipates

Chipping away in the valley to find the way out

She looks angelic… pretty little graceful creature

Smokes some spliff & settles into the universe

Takes you down, takes you around, brings you up

The taxi in the distance heading nowhere fast

Stops here & there & back to the crash pad

Flowers on her door step & bedside letters

I’m right here baby, i’m always right here

Porch Smoke Blues

Death wish coffee

Death wish rhythm

Somber skies

Graveyard blues

Nothing lasts

Corner store loiterer

Bitter sweet reminiscer

Lost in the wave

Girl from the rave

Save your soul

Rid yourself of your oppressor

She’ll steal your heart

He’ll criticize your art

Vanity of life

Banes of existence

Any last words?

At some point your heart dies

Skull is bleeding out

The world fades to grey

The blues is all i know

The blues is all i know

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