letter to a stoner (friend) ongoing...

 dear disembodied friend

tear ducts sag like vulvas ever since parades end

the residue jasmine scent reeks infinity

im drenched in dew without common sense

louses in my beards for winds that grew

under my breath a conversation misconstrued

continually madness is like a phone that rang

never answered or homers whorehouse fish violins

that call and furrow a rainbows end

deep deep deep deep deep deep down

in dirt squirming luxorant pernicious

and sticking like a germ to toilet brush

officers cleaning lavotries in orwells rent

ridden house of degeneracy, indian ,what spirits

been telling you in an act of competency

figured it out and about again

the decadent hitler

goat jew shit spiller

reciting wallenstein by schiller

bringing humanity to an weekend

reading schopenhauer and kant

i summed it up with cunt

your c u n ts sum up dylan

poets script is cursed but you

my analogue soul in a linement cube

are forgiven

where im from long gravel paths

lead to frazzled girls throats

and rancid old men hiding smokes

in reptile leatherskin coats

lollipop vans ice cream predator style

drive rings around st marys school moats

it always seems to hail and splinter

delineating the rail the whole world a torrential storm

our minds go on and never recoil from the pain

they're fed on,however, i know me an individual

resolutely doing me in but it's for me

constantly finding with the torch new places

for light to enter another angel to spin

\a prehistoric tale the aesthete artist

in me wants to destroy and upscale the whole country

to rend sodom in the mud midst debauchery

seas are rising but then therese cries

are tattle tailing these meteor eyes

a child spark im ready to grow

as if i grew

but you

my friend

continually do

but i digress what i regret is not living fully for you

when what i thought i saw in my room

wasnt a goat but it was an ewe

im just trying to figure out

misty morning milton hotels barren

students violet spectre eyes tracing violence

rough gutting simple cottage lullabies

to outhouses to spew my discouragements

luggages passports denied you all are tied to

your local ligaments spazzing breaking gum

pavement metaphor soul leaking stuff

the end is all about us we can either crush the stalk

or pray for death by a blue moon