MaryJane And Friends

Her eyes they strike

with browning green

I saw in her

my love machine

she kissed my cheek

and softly smiled

with the lovely mouth

of a child

 

her lips they washed

they insanity

from under me

the cobwebs from my psyche

oh so perfect

yes so good

my little red riding hood

 

i followed my darling

down

down

the spiral

and i felt the acid

take affect

i chained my thoughts

to recollect

with one touch

she cured my pain

and showed me to

her playmate

mary jane

 

the gentlemen

they smiled and clapped

she made one laugh

the other pray

while some restrained

from touching her

for they were gay

and so deranged

 

smooth and dangerous

eyes of green

she drifts away

much like a dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

this poem is unfinished, as is quite obvious. see, it got boring..