sneezed thru a tube and ended full as a cup
7up
clear violets
a bag of cheap incense.
lets fly our magic carpets
Over the white metal ocean that just turned to
leather beneath
a horcrux
a spiderweb in my eye
painted over window hinges.
clear plastic coating on rainbow wires
a black sprickly sprackly
sticky spots on the linolium
a secret note in the door
EH wait i read it before
imt he one who wrote it
life is like a dirty cupring.. all the smell good on ur stick flies off in dust
pages and pages of fiction
like an empty jar of salsa.
wheres my cigarette case?
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