Cocained Nightmares Poem by Richard Weissman

It was a dangerous night, in a dangerous land,
-Death was bleeding hallowed,
As white powdered chic, crossed Miami's sun-drenched sand,
-Guns were bleeding hallowed,
Sweat-filled, fearbeats of heartached monies,
-Now laid green with envy,
And white for green or green for white,
-Depended on perspective,
Syringes soaked in blanched dead leaves,
-With numbness soon forgotten,
As cocained nightmares misted air, these lines,
-Like seasons oft' repeated.

Excerpted from "Voices of the Dark" (1991)