Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Self-Help In A Baggie (poem)

Bless you
I am me
No nerves
Severed soul
Heart held hostage

Smoke engulfs
Highest percentile
A choked out
Gag reflex
Nothingness is pink
Bluebird bliss

We scraped it off
Night-life tumors
Brain tissue bred
The neoplasia orgy
Breezed away with rust

Bless me
I am me

Soil kisses the sky

1 comment:

  1. Never did weed, so I cannot reflect there, but God bless me, I am me.