Brutal Memories From Coke-Fueled Mornings



Brutal Memories From Coke-Fueled Mornings


it was never easy trying to

find my brain amidst

empty bottles and blow spillage;


searching night and day for the

a little piece of soul that had


during a cold night

in a foreign deserted island.


so many tears, in shooting

galleries desperation leaks from

the walls, every little hole on

the half-standing

structure there to commemorate those

that left,


that visited new gardens to search

for forbidden fruits.


the gin flows freely, the

head grows soft and tender,



there’s a refulgent moment where it

all fucking makes sense.


it never lasts;

always lost in

unwritten lines of

drunken dreams and

cocaine decisions.


George Gad Economou


Bio: Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou has a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and is the author of Letters to S. (Storylandia), Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books), and Of the Riverside (Anxiety Press). His words have also appeared, amongst other places, in Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Cajun Mutt Press, Fixator Press, Outcast Press, The Piker Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.


  1. definitely beat-inspired in a modern context. powerful imagery and word use.

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