Black Rubber Cocks on my Window shelf.

It's more like a whore.
she brings confusion,
This confusion brings a certain type of
bliss.
It's graceful man.
like God brushing off blow from her glass desk.
floating down.
My thoughts crumble & fade away.
This whore,
grey & sensitive, burns
as slow as you like.
i like to ignore her.
foul incense leaves you wanting less
but filled with more.

A legacy of intoxication
4 fellows surrounded by fog.
candle light shaking in the middle.
the torch lights &
cuts the euphony of our stretched moments.
like purple swords.
our lungs are strumming & so our tongues tells tales.
& we all care.