Montague

The sun is so
garish
when it meets the eye

and ain't no sunshine
can warm the corpse's face
She's much too far in the Earth
to ever feel such supernatural heat

We can get drunk
off of her philosophical ideology

We can get high
off of her physical idiosyncrasy

But sober is foreign to the mind
when she's so sophomoric
that the world is soft and flexible
so infinite

everything is so tainted yet untarnished
vintage but youthful

that it always ends in rehab

and if she didn't have braces
she'd be a good cocaine addict.