(birthday
cake and chocolate shakes
not
every line is an eight)
far
away from l.a. as one can get
up
in the hills, hiking unfit
stoned
on a stone smoking more weed
threw
out the stem and all the seeds
sun
raining hot, getting hotter
ham
on rye, flask filled with water
full
pack of smokes, sunscreen on skin
a
never-was is not a has-been
quiet’s
the word without l.a.
theater
absurd taking the stage
sunshine
feels good, that’s all i know
misunderstood,
gravity’s hold
vocal
chords hum, words are so weak
no
one shuts up, endlessly speak
i’m
all alone in my belief
even
my clone would cause me grief
nothing
is real, all is perceived
senses
reveal teachings deceive
so
here i sit, stoned in the sun
don’t
give a shit where ley lines run
puppets
and strings, a master plan
that’s
just a tree, i’m just a man
i’m
thirsty now, open my flask
wipe
off my brow, quietly ask
what
would have been, reason her smile
even
a grin, was me for awhile
picture
i trace, curves of her face
salt
of her skin i’ll never taste
if
she were mine, she would be still
death
do us part, health or in ill
all
that i feel may not be real
i
may not pray, but i would kneel
with
ring in hand, hope on display
hypocrite
me changing my ways
all
for her love, life in her arms
say
i believe all else is harm
walk
with her hand gently in mine
goddess
of love now my divine
listen
to words as if they’re true
tell
her she’s right, cry when she’s blue
day
that we met i fell in love
prayed
with regret to nothing above
for
she was his, ever will be
all
that this is is fantasy
i
wrote her poems, i even shared
one
drunken night told her i cared
we
remained friends that never kiss
and
my divine rules the abyss
where
i have dwelt for disbelief
searching
her eyes for some relief
what
is my point? nothing at all
write
without words, play without dolls
try
to move on, off of this stone
light
up a smoke, make my way home
dig
in the dark then call it art
freedom
isn’t when you’re apart
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