Everybody here is on
valium soundwaves,
hectic blues and musings.
No iced water,
ice will freeze the high.
Only sweet tea will suffice.
Drifting.
Sleep to be understood.
This coma lust has me pinned
to a smile,
has my afternoons in gridlock.
Numb teeth
sink into mellow veins...
@Steven Francis poems 1996
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