Tag: drugs
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Bloodwet Chapel
Smoking so much I am seasick On land, terra firma again Tear a corner of the skin ingot Take a corner flag, Father Cyril innit I’ve had prognosis from Doctor Synott I’ve seen blood spill in the holy synod Heard threnody in the air like a linnet On the wing Trinity tasking ranks with reaping…
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What Are Yous Up To?
Luas to the city banter to be had Cluas to the ground getting message from the land Got a message from my lad, phone vibrates in my hand Like someone left a rabbit on, scanned in said he plans but I’ve got plans I’m not confiding Friday night rail riding I hold the railing of…
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Making Feelings By Going Fast
Keys twist in the drive Approach 80 feel alive Outside Madigans sippers sup I get home and it’s slippers up I get blown and it’s zippers up Nothing feels real, sky railings buildings for Kaiju scaling Stressed inside but calm a lot King inside like Camelot Spring inside like cab reup.
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Ocean Waiting
Tossed fore aft in transit, carried from quays Like keys of coke on Florida’s mangrove coasts Assure the boss it’ll be OK Bill a Jay so I don’t go mad On the bay knowing how Basanio felt But know exactly why I’m sad Sitting on the dock of the bay, all day Awaiting my payday,…
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Range-r
You’re a target range I’m on a turkey shoot Like milchig plates I bury the loot If you want it strange I’m a mystic too If you want outrage Ensure you tune in soon Blackened like a heroin spoon My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.
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Movie Night (Got Tings In)
At my thumb track, her spine traced Her back tightens, undulating lace From her jean waist bending forward Clash of Titans, Andromeda frightened by Krakens Cracking on with it, craic is 60 I’ve techniques like a crack shot for trick joints I knew when she linked me the think sexy is mutual, shortest distance between…
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Seen2Needs
So much sniffing you hand antihistamines Mouth fuzzy needing Listerine This amount at least a misdemean Strike three it’s five years or fifteen I’m a Lecter fiend who feeds on weed The lambs silenced when I’ve got my green My needs are seen to My clouds can’t see through. Got more ill eagles than bird…
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WEEDSLEEPWEED
Call my poems a weed series About that plant dead serious Boys in town and got it, pick it up and let it fill me Many died for less I pick my poison let it kill me Penned with weed feeling Consuming not weed dealing for any peelers reading My shit pure as bells pealing …