Sometimes addiction mimics ritual and superstition,
invisible world of smoke's wispy curls
and chemical receptors that suck in like nectar
the silent substances controlling our world.
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Mist a train: Roll in the rain Up the mountain, Gust strained, Water stained Shield broken aim, Carry me remains.
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Taking strong emotions When they emerge And pushing them Back underneath Until their struggles end And I forget they drift Under-away ...
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looking behind you—it's shorter. Distances compress, lose depth in two dimensions, distort fisheyelike— to match the glass surface: nick...
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Dangling, enchanting, catching Eye, Necklace: His. Eying, plying—trying? Shy? Nearness: Hers. Touching, nudging, brushing By: Fi...
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Sixteen year old-growth Tree tries to flower each spring: Roots still too shallow.
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Lavender and scarlet Flowers blooming At the jail
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suckin' on death's dick, poison's what comes out. You turn to him in times of stress you claim he calms you down. In reality blo...
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