High

High

Flying high- almost dead

Half past the same day the same one that just left- excuses and daydreams- doldrums the same old thing.
Party? Done up like a fiend should!

Yeah we gonna find some shit tonight
Yeah we gonna smoke it all, all night

And when the day begins and we’re without sin, guess er’ addict’s fair game.

Misery comes condensed,
A, wealth of rational nonsense
Tweeker breath
Shame - full of shit
In crisis, their eyes foul as the publics health.

‘Don’t stick your
  finger in my eye
You know, you scorned me for life.’

Catcher to my rye
Pig to my sty
Black and white
Shot, or in the pipe.
Wrong, as well as, Right
Death over YOUR life!
Slight before they bind.
2020-ignored signs.
First, to your thousand times!
Sins, to your lily white
True Lies.

6 film set all by ‘95
Before the age of 14
Forgotten for suma cum laude
Cellophane vs paper
Nurture vs eviscerate
Deny and denial
Prescription for insanity
Forget your lines!
You’re bored
He doesn’t matter
Without a lead or set call
Health
Still grieves
Stopped dreaming, finally
Won’t he just die?
He will be missed.

MF. 2022
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