Posts Tagged ‘hit’

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Oh unobtainable woman

I’m scared to hit on you

You’d probably tell me to fuck off

Then I’d go sniff some glue

Oh unobtainable woman

Your boobies are so cool

I long to kiss them all night long

I’ll always be your fool

Oh unobtainable woman

I dreamt of you last night

Can’t tell you what we got up to

Hiding from the light

Oh unobtainable woman

I long to be your friend

I promise not to get pervy

And slap your rear end

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Cherry

Posted: June 24, 2014 in poetry
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The fire that lights the cone sets the world aglow
And fire inside will warp the bottomless psyche.
The acrid smoke of tobacco, the sweet smoke of Mary Jane,
A cocktail of cannabinoids, opening up new cartographies of consciousness.
Smoke fills the bottle and rises to the lungs,
Which flinch and shake in a paroxysm of coughing.
A weird oxygen-deprived lightness in the head,
Then the descent of a warm blanket of stonedness:
Over the brain and underneath the soul,
Over the heart and underneath the mind,
A fuzzy feeling, warm and comforted,
Suppressing thought of mediocre things,
And opening the head to poesy,
By squaring the soul’s circle round the grave.