Your mind\u2019s been blown
\nin thick pink clouds of rancid hue
\nfrom smoke and silt and residue
\nwhich left your brains in acid stew.
\nThe film that stains your clothes dull green
\nlies in shadows kept unseen;
\nemits to us the raunch of what we see.
\nIt keeps you dead to us \u2018unknown\u2019
\nand makes you perpetrate and groan
\nyour want. It\u2019s yours alone.
\nYou pitiful sad thing,
\nyou . . . you wanted everything
\nbut now you\u2019re left to feel the sting
\nand let the needle cling.
\nIt\u2019s done its deed.
\nYou\u2019ll lie in slush and let it bleed,
\nconsuming wants with all your need.
\nIt\u2019s sad, indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Your mind\u2019s been blown in thick pink clouds of rancid hue from smoke and silt and residue which left your brains in acid stew. The film that stains your clothes dull green lies in shadows kept unseen; emits to us … Continue reading