The snap-crackle-pop of the Medi-Cali T.H.C.
left me wheezing.
Then dragons and cerebral effigies
come at me with their teasing.

It’s pleasing to say the least,
I’m the man from which came the beast.
Rocking and trolling the northern hemisphere
peeping for a mortal feast.

And peeking through the one sided mirror
was a man who we would never know.
The time that we all lost it
would be the only time that he would ever show.
And you and I.
Well for you and I, it’s safe to say
that the terms are all we know.

A pedigree of me to me
and synonyms for charity.
What a tragic spell I’m barfing on,
next time I'll try the cherry tree.

I have found no faith
Since no faiths been found in me
I've been hung by time

Anorexic love
I'm slowly starving to death
Just a mere whisper

Deprived happiness
A bleak landscape; a happy
Overdose of pills

I've become my god
a wild schizophrenic
Each voice shoots me down

All wrapped up in chains
I am a screaming mirage
Fade from existence

This is a story
Just lines of black, useless words
Scrawled across blank walls

Translucent truths
are difficult to glimpse
when they're obscured
purposely.
The ignorance I've observed
is astonishing in its fatuity.
The obviosities
are abnormally
perceived by
amaurotic minds.