POEMS


Dope

I love dope…
Because I don’t want to feel…
I like smoking some good Malaysian on small piece of tin foil with a straw…
Crouching down low…
In a car,
Basement,
Or public shitter can be warm and fuzzy…

My guts are skewed, twisted, and fasmished
My heart is broken like a Jewish wedding chalice…
And furthermore,
My emotions are not mixed,
But blended with an industrial strength Osterizer…
We aint talking no fucken stirred or shaken

When they passed out the owner’s manual for life,
I musta been gone that day…
Absent, truant, locked up in a cellar…
Cause it’s plain
I don’t know how to process emotion…
Joy and pain…
It’s all the same…
When my heartstrings are plucked…
Played in any key…
C or A…
My bewilderment wont discriminate

But my friend smack is like a fine tailor,
Cutting loose threads,
Mending tears,
Repairing damaged buttons…
My skin fits so much better with a Lovin Spoonful

The taste of expensive pure China white up my nose…
Especially with a tightly rolled Franklin delivery system…
Can right my troubled soul...
And when times are tough…
My boy Pedro always has a balloon or two
Down on Alvarado by the Pioneer Chicken …
A few cc’s of some good Mexican mud pumped into my left ass check makes for a warm glow

Good ole chiva does wonders for wrinkles,
Fucked up zippers,
And busted seams…
But unfortunately,
When the day is done and the dust settles…a
All that outside shit that looks so good…
Really fades,
And then
My insides are a lot worse…

I guess love is overrated