sleep, and spearmint gum.
I’ll move to the Midwest and use it as toothpaste.
We’ll pass of Fireball on the road
and use bumps as pick-me-ups at 5am.
We’ll never think of the rain again.
And rotting gums
Lions and witches
Lessons learned from not writing shit down
Lessons learned from lightning
I cannot hide the fire
that drives me.
It is lustful and all encompassing.
It smolders and burns
and when it hits the oxygen
curls into the night sky
reaches into the atmosphere.
It is wild and untamed.
It is desperate for release,
as am I.
It wants to take the city whole.
I don’t talk to you anymore.
I still get your songs stuck in my head sometimes.
We’re still above the bar
smoking Camel Blue’s
taking gravity bongs in honor of it all.
Let it live
entangled in the carpet
or yellow on the walls.
I still see sunrise smoke rings hovering above
and think of you.