Fish eyed
stoic reflections.
A little wired
Little crazy.
Wilted ass flower,
Chatted furs
manage to misunderstand.
They drugged Jesus,
The Son
Nauseous with nothing to nibble,
Nothing
Far from original sin
Smoking on senile hand rolled slugs
Racing past
Settling insectile faces
Behind sterile windshield
I need these antithetics
To get through the day
The list travels through L.A.
And Tokyo
Coilng around the world
Knotted ball of twine
Each thread the next scroll
Of my prescription
Of prick the fingers,
Make him bleed,
painkillers
They whisper it,
Hiding behind sweaty palms
As I stumble to the curb
“DRUG ADDICT”
“HAGGARD DRUNK”
“RAPIST OF THE SOUL”
the roach that go away
The sky is stained with exhaust
The strip with buds
Accomplices
In my land
Two layers closer to hell.