(jus'dragginaround)aDrugsPoems'Bones

 
 
 
ah drugs of a simple rederangement in
a     d a r k           glassbottle         from
some       humbleMothered    cupboard,
where         a   dog   ( like me) can scarce
know of a thing called bone.
 
thee night is as sweet and solid  as any
moving flowing thing could want to be  
(could want    to    be ),   and   eye   could
want to be from any'thing   to no'thing
at all               at all              at all
 
Tis already been well-said that " t'ain't no sin,
t'take off yr skin,  
and dance around in yr bones"
 
~ Aye never p'tended it any  better'n that. ~
 
 
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