I have become
Bleak
Caffeine
Nicotine
Alcohol
THC,
Weak.
Shriveled up when I felt too much
Like some cowardly, lowly mollusk,
But vines
Vines rustle as they reach
The length of your spine
That stealthy girl
I bet she's still alive
Lou
Lou had brown skin like crumpled newspaper and a voice like muddy gravel
His skin and his life hung loosely from his skeleton
Having developed fat
Having developed a slight limp
We prayed for utter salvation from the confines of a two-man cell,
But I dropped myself off
Now I could reach down my throat
And my heart would slip around this mess of blood and guts.
It might take me an hour to find it
What's next,
My brain?
In my shell
Somewhere far away
You're a fire dancing in the rain
The very same one that sang my body, too
And I just draw up what I'd do
If I could--
To try and love you.