illegal substances

illegal substances

frequent trips down dark alley ways to satisfy

this insatiable itch. 

first flicker of fire to HIS pipe

i hit. 

i, inadvertently, inhale immediately. 

leaving behind dignity. 

surpassing superiority.

right into a drug paradise,

it so seems. 

piquant.

steadily stimulating not only my mind and body, but my soul. 

i want

more. 

more and more. 

magically making these remarkable illustrations before

me. 

assembling these illicit illusions like an illustrious 

artist would with a paint brush. 

but instead it was HIS needle of intimacy

creating these pleasurable Pablo Picasso simplicities. 

pleasantly penetrating my body,

"my property",

incessantly. with HIS poison. 

deeper. faster. hard...

goodKnight: Part I

i exhale my scented remedy 

into the breeze,

drowning my demons 

in billows of smoke 

until they suffocated. 

the darkness. 

smiling at the thought of 

just a piece of you.

your beard, cushion for my fingertips,

holding your oils, my juices

and our memerories.

the blackness. 

fireflies lit up differently 

at just the mere thought of your image.

their wings fluttered, 

much like my heart,

getting lost in the winds. 

i witnessed. 

my nightdream holds me in captivity,

much like your words and writings. 

the trees begin to whisper, loudly.

gossiping amongst each other. 

the jealousness.

they never seen such a sight 

these hours of the night. 

moonlight. <...