Updated: Sep 15
I've been searching for similes like a grain of salt in sand
for days now but this is all i have.
I've tried rattling them off like a snake in the grass but
I keep getting bitten on the hand
so to dull the pain I take
caffeine, nicotine, skunky weed and Benzedrine, imagining
holding hands with Ginsberg walking down the strand.
I've known Bukowskis' Bluebird chirping in my soul
singing of the pain and abhorrence of man
sitting in dark rooms burning trees like a bushfire
using papers from the libraries of Baghdad
igniting and erupting into a ball of flame,
Infamy over fame!
Pleasure over shame!
Shit, could someone pass the ashtray please?
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