yes, please.
I would very
much enjoy
drawing your magic
green herbal reagent
deep into the capillaries
of my lungs.
I appreciate the
sparkle in your eyes
as you pass to the left.
do you know
you are wreathed
in your own smoke,
curling like a cat
around your shoulders.
yes, please.
the magic is waning
in the world
and I’d really like to see
Los Angeles again, Joe.
Archive for April 10, 1991
Joe and the Magic Thanckx
Posted: April 10, 1991 in PoetryTags: Cat, Eye, Joe, Los Angeles, Magic, Smoke
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Thick powerful snake
coiled in the base of my spine,
building, building
with negative lightnings.
lash I will lash I will strike you
by accident I will and
I will be sorry afterwards.
from my fingers and my mouth
will shoot those things
that always make you cringe.
