i met Lucy.

and she was nice to me 

but i found her

sunken 

before leaves can snap their frail arms
mother, please,
i've 

al-ready seen niggers hung from their bones,
tell me more

"just follow
the scarecrows who bore 

with breath; a reap of the deeply tan,

rats, or any man with an outstretched hand 

and smile, for they are only 

repaying their loans"

1 hour after ingestion

those are your last sounds?

now the hounds will never stop voicing their yawns

like cats fucking on my lawn

roughly 2 hours after ingestion

 gargoyles decapitating Mohels

"'tis just a little snippet for jeewww" 

fastened in place by a flashing stoned smile

deep in the city 
they fall underground 

in the tinkling tunnels to which they're bound
to no sound, 
but turquoise blades 

you hear them displaying

boasting

       roasting 

roughly 7 hours after ingestion

the words melt

you can smell the felt with your ears

taste the vagina with your nose

who's right?

he who swallows your hymen tonight? 

who knows.

11 hours after ingestion, after the climax.
one of the most intense experiences of my young life.