Mar 2013
could you fix me a joint
get me high
get me some pills
in fancy colours
some snow
get me high
or a syringe
full of heated escape
from my magnificent ego
would you let me drown
with you?
get me high
get me some pills
in fancy colours
some snow
get me high
or a syringe
full of heated escape
from my magnificent ego
would you let me drown
with you?
Don't be mistaken. I don't do drugs. Neither do I plan to. This poem is about wishing that, as a contrast to mundane and rule governed reality, it would sometimes be possible to let go....
