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
laughing
screaming
Damning me for leaving
with bloodshot eyes aglow
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