Brutal Memories From Coke-Fueled
Mornings
it was never easy trying to
find my brain amidst
empty bottles and blow spillage;
searching night and day for the
a little piece of soul that had
died
during a cold night
in a foreign deserted island.
so many tears, in shooting
galleries desperation leaks from
the walls, every little hole on
the half-standing
structure there to commemorate those
that left,
that visited new gardens to search
for forbidden fruits.
the gin flows freely, the
head grows soft and tender,
somehow,
there’s a refulgent moment where it
all fucking makes sense.
it never lasts;
always lost in
unwritten lines of
drunken dreams and
cocaine decisions.
George Gad Economou
Bio: Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou has a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and is the author of Letters to S. (Storylandia), Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books), and Of the Riverside (Anxiety Press). His words have also appeared, amongst other places, in Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Cajun Mutt Press, Fixator Press, Outcast Press, The Piker Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.
definitely beat-inspired in a modern context. powerful imagery and word use.
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