Posts tagged: drugs
feeling nuthin but stoned - ben burr - out now - East Side Story - East Nashville
MY BOOK!!!!!! I’m very proud of the title
a joint
with the
sound guy
back behind
the building
he bummed
me a
cigarette and
we talked
about god
we agreed
that he
must be
a lot
like us
going dark
and visiting
the devil
his drugs
are prime
his girls
are young
his nights
last until
the sun
strikes heaven
waking america
who dreams
of nothing
and lives
for nothing
getting fat
and rich
and dead
but I
am sinner
the one
with evil
at heart
the one
who searches
for eden
on earth
the one
who seeks
for god
in pussies
and needles
toking on a joint
listening to waylon
she bursts in
piss & vinegar
bitching about
her old man
he took all my oxys
and left me dry
I’ve got smoke
but nothing else
after we fuck
maybe I can score
lighting a Camel
she pulls skirt up
and panties down
cigarette in mouth
bending & spreading
before the mirror
her hand runs down
to help guide me
immediately feeling
the pain she holds
I’ve been bad
I’ve been so bad
I catch her eyes
becoming her briefly
then the sudden notion
that she’s lost forever
three weeks now
too much whiskey
switched to gin
maybe rum next
these cheap cigarettes
keep it smoky
the tompall glaser
from the goodwill
keeps it lonesome
this chick from dino’s
offered a blowjob
for some junk
but I’m out and
wouldn’t share anyway
I can talk my way
into a blowjob
I don’t need favors
from a freaked-out blonde
with daddy issues
and this pen won’t write
and this mind can’t think
of anything but your head
on somebody else’s pillow
your body pressed to another
and I think of that chick
and if she’s still hungry
eyes closed
the world
turns off
old record
of waylon
spinning on
the smoke
from life
settling over
like a
mushroom cloud
I know
this will
kill me
in the
long run
I think of drugs
I think of god
I think about myself
thinking about these things
wondering if there is anything else
love falls under pussy
and drugs and god cover the rest
the holy trinity of life
obsessions of the soul
each philosophizing a religion
that could be cousins
leading the heart into pain
and occasional redemption
all the while hiding secrets
to someday be discovered
she sits silent, her mind floating among the lights as the devils circle. her arm is numb and beautiful, as is her soul. her sins lean heavy against the outside of the door, waiting for smallest crack to bust the whole thing up. she knows what her mother would say but that hasn’t mattered to her in years. her only care is the stillness of life at this moment and the muted violence that awaits her.
