Posts Tagged ‘dope’

suburbia

Take me promenading through the provincial apex of your delusions

Break me into porcelain pieces with desperate purpose

Slake my thirst for nothing with your wise words

And always try to remember what really matters

Out among suburban streets where everyone is just trying to get ahead

And some are showing off their ill-gotten gains

And some are losing their houses

And some are having group sex

And some are growing dope

And some are cooking meth

Not in my house

But sometimes I’d wander down the streets in search of wastoids

Hang out in parks with cheap wine and weed

Being a disreputable youth

It was an out-there time

Until the cops came over

Then it was a real bummer

flower

picture by Georgia O’Keefe

Cabalistic carbuncles fester in skin
Subtle essences impregnate the moment
Mental metal moribund musings
On existential angst
Dead density of weight
Of lonely love sinks
Eyes go white
No pupils
Fangs in flesh
Blood runs like water
Vaginas open like flowers
Flowers open like vaginas
Crackle of dried flesh
Skeletal schemes to steal Christmas
Broken traditions
Lugubrious laconic lies
To bamboozle and befuddle
Suburban minds
Thousands of people only doing their jobs
Making a meaning from endless ends
Absorbing mortgages that last forever
Here’s a yellow sticker on your car
Here’s a five hundred dollar fine
Here’s a dead dog full of maggots
Where’s the dope?