Resinated Dreams
The tar is black and the powder stains my fingers.
Desperate, time vanishes as the key scrapes the glass.
More than time, but potential, life, breath.
Fire and water that once danced with soft green earth now dance with hard black rock.
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?
It clings to sticky pineapple tobacco and burns slow,
Soft wisps of hookah smoke growing harsher.
Dreamlike, time slows down, thoughts take pace.
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?
The coals burn messy.
What an escape.
Craving, binding forever.
Friends were things and now things are friends,
Something stable: more money, more grams.
Eat poison and think these words:
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?
Desperate, time vanishes as the key scrapes the glass.
More than time, but potential, life, breath.
Fire and water that once danced with soft green earth now dance with hard black rock.
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?
It clings to sticky pineapple tobacco and burns slow,
Soft wisps of hookah smoke growing harsher.
Dreamlike, time slows down, thoughts take pace.
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?
The coals burn messy.
What an escape.
Craving, binding forever.
Friends were things and now things are friends,
Something stable: more money, more grams.
Eat poison and think these words:
Can you feel anything? How does it compare?