Another toke

and I am off

Taking myself places

Not changing any faces

Traces of how I want

To be

It is no to failure

And I hit every time

Blowing a wad over

my hit

And bang

As I lower myself

I watch as I come down

Glistening in pure ecstasy

Wiping my brow

I ask somehow

why I am not really there

Still the feeling lingers

from my head to my first finger

That scent I spent

Every last dime

was right on time

for the joy of my life

Then I exhale

and the bells of St. Jude

call me back to hit it again

til I hear the voices



Damning me for leaving

with bloodshot eyes aglow


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