| dextroamphetamine is a powerful psychostimulant |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|03:13 am] |
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i will never forget the silver metallic of choppy hudson river currents. the tangerine sunsets with scars of skinny cloud forms, and the golden hue on our faces this summer. scarborough park.
i. turkish silvers
musty smoke swirls in the sunlight, moonlight
any light in the
'designated smoking area'
i breathe the air and cast it deep within,
stained pink brown sponge lungs
feeling wired;
ii. illy served black
in glasses clear, under fluorescents at all hours of the morning.
dexedrine mixes with ethiopian coffee and cannabis
to keep eyelids fixed open
til it's too late.
iii. the forest
is cold and damp,
mossy muddy tendrils and unwelcoming
jagged braches
does the dew on my moccasins
keep me from where i want to go,
no. the stream rushes and the sky is far too dense.
[i have been the stairs to nowhere
i have been the thorns like fur
i have been a dark brown cattail
i have been a pacman lily pad
i have been to red frog eyelids
i have been to fungi waters
i have been the rotten daffodil
i have been the empty white tent
i have been a box of seashells
i have been a dead scientist]
i cannot believe my mermaid slipped away. below the surface, she is surronded in her underwater extravagancies, oyster beds and seahorse chariots and jellyfish that never say no to a mermaid. what i would give to hold those long, tropical pearl fins between my fingers once more, waves crashing over her knotted sandy head, her coral lips pursed. her wild sapphire eyes caked in long lashes. she bathes in seaweed. i sit on this rock. |
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| i threw away my razorblades |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|08:50 pm] |
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