Greetings, New member here. A short poem inspired by a night of DXM

[Hunter S.]

This was written after a hectic night of DXM use.

Dee ex EEEmm
I don't look when i talk to you
reeling conscious and boiled brain stew
I don't look when I talk to you

If i looked when i spoke with you
mind stretched and mind grew
if i looked when I spoke with you

I wouldn't know who i talk too
I leak and drip...drip drip..
my brains a puddle, please take a sip.

please tell me what you think.