When drowning, do your lungs deflate, expand, or burst?
Does your heart give out, before the last bubble rises to the surface?
Is it carrying your final thought, and as it bursts in a perfect circle
Can it still be caught, and understood?

Then, let me go, let me drown,
I’ll swim down to places of danger and delight
And watch you flounder far above me,
Treading water, staying afloat.

Just let me drown. You let me down
Again and again and again
I’ll never look up to any of you, now,
Do you even know that I still exist?

No. So, let me fall
Into and through some deep and distant pool
Anything to exit the stagnant shallows
Here, alone, I’ll let my soul deflate, expand, or burst.

Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.

a political party that supports
the legalization of Mary Jane
is bound to be the first one
to sprint down the winner's lane

the constituents shall be busy
potting many a dope seed
so they've got a sufficient supply
of ye olde happy ****

to-day bongs and reefers
will be lit in much jubilation
as the smokers get high
on Mary Jane's elevation