Stoned

Stoned

I wonder what I dreamt last night

did I sing a slurry song

full of love and dirty words,

sex on the rocks and losin’ my socks?

Did you paint my lips with yours

tequila love between our legs

burning fingers squeezing on a blunt

dreaming in a fog of purple haze?

I can’t remember my eyelids

dropping like curtains on a funeral bed

drop they did for now awake

I see what we both cared not to see.

The birthing of another day pitched

with crow eyed blackness

we forgot the ugliness of now,

our disentanglement of hope.

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