Transcendence

guess what this is about

Spliff splatting your smirk-smile,

I don't believe in you 

like I did fifteen minutes ago-

My heart is fast as terror.

Eclipses and transits etched in 

every airborne sound and 

on the wall are 

sleepy, s****y flowers- 

I'm mad they aren't only smiling at me.

Sister of some smog I must be, 

sullen and sinister, sending you

terrible voodoo through the 

starry, dialated obsidians of eyes I've adopted.

My game is to feel this way sober.