Smoke
Choking on white smoke, he runs into his long, forgotten past - blaming her for love they never shared - falling into a blue forest of illusion. Kneeling Long strings of hair fell upon her tan shoulders. She smiled at her; staring into empty space. Demented or diaphanous her intent might of been upon her beloved friend. Untitled Too much pain from the past links into future, without ever establishing present to last. How strangely life takes form in illusions, repeating itself in a dream one dreams waking up. |
Coherence of Young Cocaine Blues
Doing coke drinking liquor watching pornographic cartoons night is short cursed birds are singing spitefully looking at the party balloons sweat emerging ran out of liquor coke has changed us into cocoons last pile of it mirror reflecting 'maybe it'll last for couple of spoons?’ gloom in the heart endless pacing all we are is a bunch of goons. |