2 for Getting the Bar Out!

The way the bar used to make my body ache
Has got me tensed up in my back
Tylenol 3s and frosted flakes are great

For spilling rhyme to fill the crack

If little no eye-brows and too much rage
With a heartbeat sliding on a rusty razorblade

The slack will take him by the toe
Break his body in two
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This man has got no gun
Why don’t you give him space?
Slather honey on your ginger child
For the Yellowstone black bear tongue
Burn the buds to a boil
Don’t eat too much don’t go wild
We like or brownies thick
Like clouds up in the sky
Like the matching leather tie

The reason there were no poems for a month is because I was going through a rough period. A lot of work and little sleep, lots of getting worked up, got me all worked up and all to screetch to a codeine halt. Anyways, I was writing, just not posting. These two were some that bubbled out of a nearly catatonic state, they remain unedited. savor their purity, for it will not be long that even I'll resist cutting them with english red pen. And that is irony, that I was lost and the drugs were good the poems were bad, but cutting them and making them impure is good for the poems to be like drugs and lose you in the words.