ResinTeeth
Bluelighter
Poem 1
Moving too fast now
Shit’s a bit crazy at the moment
But hell it’ll keep me up a while if it doesn’t kill me
Nothing wrong with staying up a bit later eh?
Funny thing is my heart is pumping like I’m running a marathon
Only I’m laying down and staringly blankly with fearful eyes
At my ceiling
Mama Coca you pale mistress
You sure as hell make me feel good but
I often think you’ll kill me before I get too much out of this relationship
Fuck that
God knows I think the turbulence is the best part of air travel
Poem 2
Raw
Or nothing at all;
Give it to me bleeding
With salmonella coursing through
Unfiltered, full flavor,
Carcinogenic
It may be malignant
But it’s far better than gilded sterility
I’d rather have it raw
Than dressed in false civility
Too much thought leads to vestigal structures
And I hate my appendix
Poem 3
I was drone-like zombie-state
Lost in Somnambul
A nation of unconscious
DMT pulsed through my brain
Produced by my brain
I was out
Cold
Dead to the world
And the sleep felt good
It felt good not to have a care
Or rather to not know the concept of care
I was appeased
I wasn’t there
And they wonder why the suburban wives
Raid the pharmacy’s Oxycontin
And they wonder why the youth shoots Heroin
It’s peaceful there
And needs no justification other than
It feels good
Because there isn’t much that feels good anymore
I've got more shit like this on file but I figure that's enough for now.
Moving too fast now
Shit’s a bit crazy at the moment
But hell it’ll keep me up a while if it doesn’t kill me
Nothing wrong with staying up a bit later eh?
Funny thing is my heart is pumping like I’m running a marathon
Only I’m laying down and staringly blankly with fearful eyes
At my ceiling
Mama Coca you pale mistress
You sure as hell make me feel good but
I often think you’ll kill me before I get too much out of this relationship
Fuck that
God knows I think the turbulence is the best part of air travel
Poem 2
Raw
Or nothing at all;
Give it to me bleeding
With salmonella coursing through
Unfiltered, full flavor,
Carcinogenic
It may be malignant
But it’s far better than gilded sterility
I’d rather have it raw
Than dressed in false civility
Too much thought leads to vestigal structures
And I hate my appendix
Poem 3
I was drone-like zombie-state
Lost in Somnambul
A nation of unconscious
DMT pulsed through my brain
Produced by my brain
I was out
Cold
Dead to the world
And the sleep felt good
It felt good not to have a care
Or rather to not know the concept of care
I was appeased
I wasn’t there
And they wonder why the suburban wives
Raid the pharmacy’s Oxycontin
And they wonder why the youth shoots Heroin
It’s peaceful there
And needs no justification other than
It feels good
Because there isn’t much that feels good anymore
I've got more shit like this on file but I figure that's enough for now.
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