I knew the dealer
and we chuckled a few times,
he being street and me
being neater than the rest.
I knew them once too;
back when their mamas
fucked all the daddies
and I was too much
like my mother.
I knew them, the slink
and the oils of them
spread out for the gang
banging the doors
down after the nanny
cashed her cheque
and flew home to Mexico.
He took that ten-cent
off the dollar blow
and he cut it
with bleach that burned
the high class right
out of society,
and he funnelled it too;
into dollar store bags,
variety store bags, stamped
with pink lips and diamonds,
and he cranked that shit
up 499% and we laughed
and laughed and said a toast
to those designer bitches
as we slammed
drinks on their dimes
while they bled
from the eyes
in the center of the VIP
we were too street to enter.
We lived large
in the basement
and they paid
to push in the hallways,
and now I write poetry,
and they still hit
the best of the west,
sucking and chucking
the bucks for free.
Nicole Lyons is creator of The Lithium Chronicles, as well as being an editor and writer for Sudden Denouement. As always, we are honored by her presence.
Thank you Love
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❤️💗❤️ Love this! Brilliant as always
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Thank you Love
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best prose i’ve read this year… shattering the mold, dragging me trembling over a concrete waterfall of hustle. impossible to read without vicariously experiencing your hot sordid journey. thanks for the read.
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Whoa, thanks for the wicked comment, I sure do appreciate it. Thanks for reading.
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Wow pbbr! I think that your comment is some of the best prose I’v read in a while.
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had to come out blazing to touch a piece this volcanic
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Indeed!
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Indeed!
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Powerful, visceral, etching words on glass writing from Nicole Lyons.
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Thank you for the reblog and the gorgeous words.
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❤ ❤
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Powerful, visceral, biting. Gets stronger every time I read it. Damn fine, my friend. This is punk as hell.
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Damn! Thank you for this, I was hesitant about this piece so I am overwhelmed and dizzy with happiness that you dig it.
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You should never be afraid to share your work. You’re a badass 🙌
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Ha! I talk a big game, it’s nice to walk it every now and then too. 😉
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👍👏👍
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
POW! from Nicole Lyons!
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Thank you so much for the reblog.
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My pleasure 😁
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And this is why I’m a Nicole Lyons fan.
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Awe, I just adore you. Thank you.
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I love the energy to this piece. It feels so sharp and sepia x
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Thank you so much, my friend, that means a bunch coming from you.
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Reblogged this on The Sounds Inside and commented:
An incredible piece. Reminiscent of the most cutting of contemporary poets.
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Thank you so much, I really appreciate the reblog and the words, wow.
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You are very welcome! It reminds me so much of all the urban poets I love. Fucking fantastic!
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You rocked my socks today, my friend. Thank you isn’t enough.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole has a new poem on SD
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I’m so glad you are now writing poetry and with it, painting such intense pictures.
Perhaps entirely on a side note, or maybe not, this remind me of a story. Far back in the day (the early 80s actually) a coworker told me about how she and a friend though they had found her BF’s stash of blow and decided to party. Alas, it wasn’t the stuff, but the baby laxative he used to cut it. Oops!
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I am laughing so hard, bet they had a rough go after that.
Thank you Bob, your words always make me smile.
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Yes, she said it took them a number of lines to catch on – placebo effect. They, understandably, canceled their plans to go out.
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Every time I read this I think, Damn! So glad you decided to publish it. Crazy good.
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I am so happy that you reassured me that it was okay, your opinion is one I value very much. Thank you for all of the support.
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My pleasure and honor. Anytime dear one.
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Reblogged this on The Lithium Chronicles and commented:
Thank you to SD for publishing my new poem Designer Drugs.
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Wow!! Such a powerful piece!!
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Thank you, Lovely.
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Reblogged this on slheaton.
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Thank you so much for the reblog.
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