The Hauntings of Mary-Jane Pt. II

A friend offered him a cookie,

“You don’t disown a handsome biscuit”, he thought,

“Why risk it?”

Not a fat man with the body-hair of an unkempt Wookie.

Told afterward that it was laced with pot,

And that was more than he had sought.


It was time to make his way back home,

So, that he could suffer all alone.


“You don’t reject a cookie when it’s offered,

You eat that summa-bitch, that’s proper.”

He reassured himself,

As he leaned upon a bookshelf,

Asymmetrical in his symmetry.

Lost and forlorn, in a high life’s gimmickry.

Yet still managed to find the pantry.


Three cupcakes later and his stomach was sore.

Shouldn’t have eaten that last one,

After he’d dropped it on the floor.

Way too full,

But still wishing there were more.


His hands begin to vibrate,

As gravity,

Evades him and he levitates.

Like a hummingbird,

He flies due to rapid heart rate.

He floats until he dissipates.


Not because of fate,

But a hangover of cupcakes.

Sugar runs steadfast in his veins,

Completely wired, yet still sleepy in his brains.


To the living room to build a makeshift teepee,

But ended up distracted by the TV.


Time flies by,

One hour of the nature channel,

Left his eyes quite dried.

Nothing on but the history of Cocker Spaniels.

Was it time well wasted?



He tried to retain some info,

But honestly, he spaced it.


Hungry again, and he was off – back to the kitchen,

Food had now become his sanctimonious religion.

It was time for the cookie holocaust.

No mercy was shown for those sweet lives lost.


So damn hungry,

He could eat a vegetable,

Even though he’s full.

A hungry holocaust knows no prejudice,

And so, no food groups will be missed.


Four hours later he wakes up on the kitchen floor,

In a pile of crumbs and dust,

And half-eaten pizza crusts.

Nothing left but loathing and disgust,

Behind a stomach growing ever more robust.


No more deceptive biscuits,

For his waistline and grocery bills.

He’d aught to find a cheaper thrill,

In an intoxication less vicious.

Just another trippy, hungry high,

From behind a set of crazy, blood-shot eyes.

The first poem “The Haunting’s of Mary-Jane” may be found here.


20 thoughts on “The Hauntings of Mary-Jane Pt. II

  1. A poem full of story. Beautiful as always. I will be a bit wary of men with blood shot eyes though, especially combine with insatiable hunger. I don’t want to live in the kitchen πŸ˜‚

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  2. As always BRILLIANT Mat! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

    This got to me ….
    “You don’t reject a cookie when it’s offered,
    You eat that summa-bitch, that’s proper.”

    Woah! Screech! Halt! If I were with that guy, I’d say NOOOO! Don’t do it!!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£ Hahahah that’s me interacting with your poetry!

    Well, apparently, the guy didn’t hear me. Well he better not say I didn’t try to stop him hahah! πŸ˜πŸ˜›πŸ˜œ

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      1. Aww thanks a bunch Mat! You’re truly a gem of a friend! πŸ’ŽπŸ’ŽπŸ’Ž

        Anyway, yup COMPELLING is the word. That is the constant quality of all your creative masterpieces (regardless of genre) …. simply reflects your very nature.

        You always captivate the minds and the hearts of your readers.


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