Hello my name is cocaine

by Gina Ricardi

My name is cocaine – call me coke for short.

I entered this country without a passport.

Ever since then I have made people rich.

Some have been murdered and found in a ditch.

I’m more valued than diamonds, more treasured than gold.

Use me just once and you too will be sold.

I’ll make a schoolboy forget his books.

I’ll make a beauty queen forget her looks.

I’ll take a renowned speaker and make him a bore.

I’ll take your mother and make her a whore.

I’ll make a school teach forget how to teach.

I’ll make a preacher not want to preach.

I’ll take all of your rent money and you’ll be evicted.

I’ll murder your babies or they’ll be born addicted.

I’ll make you rob, and steal, and kill.

When you’re under my power, you have no will.

Remember my friend, my name is “Big C”.

If you try me one time you may never be free.

I’ve destroyed actors, politicians and many a hero.

I’ve decreased bank accounts from millions to zero.

I make shooting and stabbing a common affair.

Once I take charge you won’t have a prayer.

Now that you want me, what will you do?

You’ll have to decide, it’s all up to you,

the day you agree to sit in my saddle,

the decision is one that no one could straddle.

Listen to me, and please listen well,

when you ride with COCAINE you are heading for HELL.

Cocaine Suicide

by Gina Ricardi

Snort a line,
think, think. I just want to think.
In my own world, no one around,
can’t hear a sound, just want to think.
Think about life, think about death.
Think about how I’m a winner, snort a line,
I’m a failure. Think about love, think
about hate. Think about that really long
debate, the one I had with myself. Should
I shoot myself in the head? Maybe I
should live, snort a line, but I might as well be
dead. How did I get here, what am
I doing? Snort two lines. Was I put on this earth
just for existence, or am I really real? Snort a
line. I do not feel. At least not right now.
Think, think. I just want to think
in my own world, no one around, snort three
lines, can’t hear a sound, just want to think.
It’s like I can’t talk, my mouth’s glued
shut. I’m stuck in a rut, snort another line.
I can feel it in my gut. I just want to
cut, see the blood drip down my
arm. Why is it that I’m the one I want
to harm? Escape reality, snort three lines.
Snort two more lines, think, think, think.
I can’t stop thinking. My brain
feels like it’s going to explode. I
Don’t wanna deal. This pain is so
real, now I can feel. Snort five lines.
This pain is so real now, I can feel,
this pain is so real now, I can feel,
I don’t wanna deal. Snort ten lines.
I’m out of my mind. My heart stops.
I’m gone.

Ecstasy is hard to describe

by Gina Ricardi

It’s like falling
softly into a pool
of crystal
mountain water
floating on your
back circular
beneath vibrant
sky, deciphering
codes in the
clouds, spinning,
dizzy, fast.

It isn’t at all
like going clear
out of your
head, lunatic
mad, throwing
yourself in
front of a
runaway train,
insane, hallucinating
black widows and
black helicopters
behind you
CRAZY.

It’s a lot more
like jumping into
your own brain,
ferreting
what’s inside,
accepting past
failures, freeing
self destructive
demons, forgiving
yourself and
those you love
and even those
you despise.