i am drunk
and that doesn't make
me a poet
the cockroaches are
callin'
cause they know
they cant
die
the cigarette ash is
burning too close to
the ****
i'm snuffing
the heart
outta my own
soul
burning my own finger
tips
and the mountains are callin'
their own code
i cant smoke marijuana
but the dream is
dead free
the landslide is
callin'
draggin' my dreams with
the land