The Poet, The Pusher And The Priest

The Poet, The Pusher And The Priest

Each one sought her mutating mind

and perhaps her nubile body too,

for she was still young and pretty

jobless and impressionable

homeless and vulnerable

just another statistical failure

lost in search of her relevance

lost in search of her reality

lost in search of inner peace.

Locked deep inside her mental coffers

sinister strains of an ageing Leonard Cohen

softly spewing his Sisters of Mercy

enigmas tattooed on her obsession

please take my mind to that higher plane

she would always entreat

to nobody, anybody who’d care to listen

in the King’s Cross cafe crowd

and my body’s yours for the night.

The cake and cappuccino crusted lips

of a sometime, past time popular poet

and professional welfare worker

whispered to her through the heavy haze

I will take your mind to that higher plane

deliver you truth in metre, rhyme and reason

open realms of fascination

to expand and tantalise your senses

if your body’s mine for the night.

Her mental gymnastics no compensation

for their sordid physical counterpart

she sought out the street corner dreamer

and the smartly suited stranger smiled

I will take your mind to that higher plane

deliver you truth gift wrapped in a capsule

create worlds of instant vision

to stimulate and intensify your reality

if your body’s mine for the night.

Desperate and dependent on the needle

now dreading her dope filled destiny

she sought out the white collar of hope

her salvation a drop in cleric who counseled

I will take your mind to that higher plane

deliver you truth and sanctity in Elysium

inject spiritual eternity

replace the recreational poisons in your life

if your soul is mine for the night.

Her ashes plaque proclaims this creed

“In a selfish world she found no trust

no care, no truth, no love just lust

in a vision inspired by impure cocaine

she took her own mind to that higher plane

where relevance, reality and inner peace

are achieved by absolute body release;

sisters have mercy on our child deceased

abused by the poet, the pusher and the priest.”