Your Heroin, Your Cocaine
Faint
The stars are clouding my vision
In a dream state tainted
I feel the hours slip by
Wasted in someone’s bed
Who can’t face days
With his aged heart
Weighted with the speed
Of barely moving
You are choosing this
When you lay
And search for the hay
Where your workhorse
Finds relief
And you rest in the belief
That it’s God
And perhaps she is
To you
You do not wonder
Whether rent is due
For this patch of floating grass
And legs that run for you
Jogging in place
Like a dog from the waist down
You forget your face
And let the silence
Laced with colors
And emptiness
Take you to where
Nothing is found
But the pleasure
Of not feeling
You’ve drowned
It is simply asked that
You pay it no mind
Letting its juice fill your rind
You don’t realize
You are asking yourself
To not think
And to just drink
A spirit you cannot truly know
But feign to name
Your own
And that is how
The void drinks you
With it’s blinking throat
Fuck this town
Of those who use the needle
And the spoon
I am marooned
In a place without a sign
I must lose the scent of pine
I used to smell
In my wakened state
Now forever asleep
I cannot keep the rewards
Of the promises I seek
But am forced to reap
What others want to sow
—
It’s the blow
That wakens me again
But nothing like
What children hear
In the forest through trees
All zen and wholesome
Though my own nose
Does not sniff
The snow
Making thieves of men
With coal buttons
And orange noses
I know the drift of it
A wind that goes
And does not stop
Until it leaves
Exploding and liquid
As lava
Ink from a pen
Meditating on tainted pleasure
Excitement and leisure
Distracted seizures
In one piggy snort
A contorted look
Like squirting wasabi
Into your eye
Oh hello, hi
You’re watching yourself
Cry and die
From inside a fortress
Of eternal suffering
Grinding and buffering
Lies your brain goes on
Churning the same timeworn songs
As Hunter wanted to know
Melodies that suffered
A vibration that dried the sands
Of our time
A spinning globe
The rest of us
Want the silence
Dial it down
Shield our eyes
And crave
The slow life
Bow low
Best of Both Worlds
Mix it up
The smoke is Up now
The one who said, “meow…
I can snort and stay low,”
Feels cool,
Like a pig
Evading the hot mud
A miracle of rules
Made for a fool
In love with tools
That mimic
Actual blood
Not to worry
The bud still has mind enough
To float your strokes
And is kind enough
Not to gloat
As it finds you out
Taking its clout for yours
You throw your snow out
Into a river of toking
Jokers spin your gold
As they torque their joint sticks
Forking left, then right
“Look!
It’s the baby and the bathwater
It’s the rock-a-bye treetop
It’s the lyrical music
Of health
That ‘don’t stop’ thing
She’s here for the ruse of the ring
A rooster on a rooftop
A cat on a cruising ship
Perusing captains quarters
And casting chips
She likes to dip in that hot tub
Now and then”
It has heart and mind enough
To sing you to sleep
As the grounds find you
And throw you up again
Only growing the rhymes
That keep them sane
And alive
They lend you a hand
As part of a trend
Like the last time
You jumped the flirt
Who crashed into a heap
Of living people.
She liked the dime
That you threw at her
But crawled out
Before you knew what
She meant to do with it
Your crimes elevate you
As you spit on her
Afraid of your truth
She feels subdominant
Inside your church:
A chiming bell
That tolls for you.
As you disguise yourself
As holy
Her goers leave
Her halls empty
As smoke through a window