“Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.” –John Green, Looking for Alaska
Fffffhhh. Uhhh. KKKKKKhhhh.
Fuck life, fuck love, fucking lust.
through rotten trust, cosmic dust, angel dust – disgust.
Bit, bite, bitten, battered, broke.
Hold hands up, defend from choke –
I spoke the joke that came out as croak
I spat the smoke as cough evokes
Stomach pumped, slumped grump
called me the chump when I was bumped
To third class.
What an ass.
Tear gas, harass the string bass
players en masse, das
auto – the last pass, cut glass
for our grass
Burning taste in my mouth,
tongue taste, heading south:
due south, deep south
body buzz, head rush word of mouth
to cheek blush.
Crush crush crush
Flush. The Shit. Scrub brush,
the guy’s a tool, what a lush,
but anyway: start to gush
I’ve prayed for death
she’s off the meth,
sudden death, loss of breath
unanswered prayers – make me Macbeth?
Shakespeare – now they jeer,
while I drink beer, mouth washed – fear
of smoke, smear, sneers from peers
I tried to steer clear and hope this year
Is not mere-
ly here so you can
Never again, old man,
will I be less than, plain-Ann –
your game plan?