Submissions by dead-by-november

I only smoke when I drink
I only drink to get high
I smoke to get high when I'm drunk
and I only share when I'm baked.

I only pop when I'm thirsty
so I can get a glass of water
and I'm only thirsty
from the cottonmouth.

I only fuck when I'm horny
or for the money I'm paid
to buy the drugs in the booze
that allow me to do my job.

I only care when it's court ordered
and I only work for one thing
for the love and protection
my addictions never give .

I only do one thing
that connects all these things
I...

I am the rebel angel.
The pot-smoking, risk-taking, goddamn undercover stoner.
I can walk into a room full of people
and only the important ones
don't smell the whiskey on my breath,
or the tobacco on my soul.
Teachers, coaches, parents and the like
never suspect
that the punctual little diligent student they see in front of them
could ever do what I do.
A writer like me couldn't smoke anything,
the girl who turns every paper in on time
could never be hungover.
How wrong they are
when I walk into class hungover and high.
But that's...

I'm so goth bats pick up my sonar.
I'm so goth I bleed tiny mascara'd guitar players.
I'm so goth I sprinkle staples in my Special K.
I'm so goth my black hoodie, wears a black hoodie.
I'm so goth sunshine burns my soul.
I'm so goth my shadow fears me.
I'm so goth my skin turned alabaster white because I looked at my reflection.
I'm so goth vampires are afraid I'll bite them.
I'm so goth my poetry could make you cry blood.
I'm so goth you think it's funny. You think it's funny because
goth people aren't supposed to feel anything.
But obviously,...