A hand
enters into mine
and holds it.
Oh, Owned by the handling of narcotics
a blessing, two bridle balance
to my petulant, pestilent stance
The thrill, instantly becomes me.
Miss mere observer
missing her far fetched relief
Dissapearing under summersalts of chemistry
ABC, DMT, THC, LSD, X Marks the Spot, And I dont get any Z's
Under the pulse of
heavy inhumility
Gasoline is my cup of tea and
If you ever hurt me
I could burn it all down
Unintentionally
It'd be jerk-knee.
The wild rocketing idiot of all of Bohemia India
As stought as a totem pole
As straight as a rainbow
In a state
of Checkmate
...fleeing under the footsteps of Furheir’s dance!
...Sent into another caffeinated
realm of hell
Roaming, in hunt for god
With golden gloved fingers…
Un-innocent...
All happy trigger.
Big ole’ pupil eyed girl
Got the vision to view...
The whole big world.
See into the tares, the empty holes
where sockets casket the corpses of eyes,
Observing the convoluted view
Of vulgar compulsions, staggered motions
A sickening struggle, a glimpse of
The eclipsing internal turmoil.
Clearly, miss taken with the aid of ridilin.
Constant quiet, discrete dissatisfaction.
I can shape shift a makeshift candle out of this city’s gravel piles;
Like a hopeful seemed smile.
Some grit to suspend the high highs, low lows.
Beside the yonder toxic water
At night in a curvy brick corner
Leaning on a cement pillar of a car bombarded bridge
Under the artificial lights
That police station as watchtowers...
oh, thankful fright.
Fear is anything that unravels the established,
Fear nothing, if anything.
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