stoner jeff #1

magick bitch,swallowing up pitfalls of darkness
in the street,with her odd angle wings and roasted fiery feet
with a delusional heart praying crowleys rosary to inherit
the deeps the depths the light within abysm 5 in figure three
to cut through alternative world and ulterior pocket knife motifs
to not really trust the cosmos given to you ya got it

blue cod crystal waves manipulate the stereo
with interior ultimatum music, makes the listeners superior
to graph 6 chart 5 bacteria fluids that seep under bosoms and into eyelids
under doors and into sinks down the toilet into drains into syrup
ingested digested into shit brown streaks take that bomb green activist
running archives of the milky way 5 dictionary entries on flatulence
7 articles referenced on feng shui, shul, am I saying that correctly

ask Shakespeare
its easy to forget the words you speak although you're fluent
in matters linguistic, there's no meaning inherent in the clink
these dark hollow cells where no one yells for help,and
never mind the smell of the corpses, take ten panadol for bad breath
it should help for keeping your satirical paranoia on edge
while the cessation of creation slowly smeared

easy bread slowly spread but no one cares
about my rent and broken outhouses but right
by the shelf is where i kept my latest outfits
for terrorist activities fungal festivity that led
the mould microbes to my bed and there they stayed
simply pushkin language out the deep end and still
no one hesitates to prove me wrong
its why i never stay up late
i get the questions wrong

half a measurement of treacle sugar Xanax pang
still going strong