do Drugs because without Drugs there is no inspiration without inspiration there is no Drugs
this is all said with wide distant looks with swinging wrists fingers comb the hair fingers pick at the skin
without Drugs there is no poetry
no music no ambition no sleep
there is no awkwardly standing there as he tells you,
little bee, joust teen mean huts
there is no biased observer watching the Drugged tumble like laundry down stairs.
surely this can’t be a good idea
don’t try to leave don’t be awkward
surely
2.
do Drugs because you will see finally see! things no one else could ever see
so swallow that joint eat that pill smoke those shrooms, but for the love of GOD! not by themselves place them strategically in a peanut butter sandwich like stars in a constellation
you will know better next time he tells you to smoke shrooms
you will feel your bare feet but you’re wearing socks! you will feel like you’re crying but there aren’t any tears! you will see your curtains take the shape of your mother folding her arms looking down at you wearing a dress that isn’t her color or her size or her style or even her at all
finally you will see these things that you were never able to see before
question the experience and he will sigh with sighs of such size that say you just don’t understand
3.
do Drugs because you will realize
Alex Grey paintings in that pin-up calendar will mean so much more
which painting is brightly looming over your birth month? oh, so, the one that looks quite good where the subject’s skin is transparent revealing muscles and veins and organs a stock buddhist symbol glowing on their forehead their mouth agape a misty sort of energy radiating from their body swallowed by neon
what a coincidence
mine, too
he’s a Grey-t artist, isn’t he? don’t say this despite how clever it sounds
4.
do Drugs because there will be a moment when that cartooned weasel with his too-appropriate leather jacket and lollipop stick ***** from a snaggled lip and Nancy Reagan her wild hair her eyes that seem to be sinking inward will seem like the same person
this is just your guilt your incessant questioning of what is right and what is rite
your wanting to just say no and to just do it resting in the same swaying sweaty hammock
your waning spirit to overthink
and he will just look at you as though no one feels the way you do
you will never understand
5.
do Drugs because you must understand because you’ve always understood because you’ve always been understanding
intangible ideas will whisper vaguely at you that you thought you knew enough about
you just aren’t feeling the love like we are you just aren’t seeing the universe like we are you just aren’t feeling the energy like we are you just aren’t seeing the beauty of things like we are
love universe energy beauty these things are simple when gruffly whispered over a slice of space cake
this space cake is out of this world! don’t say this despite how clever it sounds
6.
do Drugs because you will have the perfect disorder for your flaws
flaw and disorder
I’m out of it because I might of inhaled a little too much
I’m thankless because of a pill I should not have taken
I’m jittery because I swallowed a couple extra
I’m sleepy because I would rather feel this way than look at you
I fell down the stairs because it’s Cinco de Mayo and I can’t find my grinder and I’m surprised that you’re sober and I can’t feel my shoulder and I’m surprised you’re not older