Black Roses

I divide the crack into four lines
and snort them in succession.
I drive the needle in
and squeeze it dry.
Clarity.. Undeniable perfection.
Everything is perfect now
my problems a fleeting memory.

I catch a glimpse in the bong smoke
that still lingered in the chamber
like the barrel of a gun
the smoke points directly at me
the dragon puffs, the warrior pulls
and the fire frees us both.

Easy now, the edges will spill over.