inhale

inhale, spit, cigarettes and dip tins provide me with a constant intake of nicotine

every night is a search for alcohol with drunken muttered rants being all to look forward to desire for weed too permeates our frigid skin and tired lungs

i walk the streets in infernal internal wonderings of all sorts peaking up

watching couples and cute girls wondering campus, imaging all sorts of scenario

skin upon skin the constant desire and woe of one stuck in my age

narcotics, the hope for them, clings me to some awaited destination

the constant search for and hopeful consumption of alcohol is all that fuels me towards the destinations i seek

looking for a new kind of high and some contact

living in a place so unfamiliar i sit alone in the room, joyous bouts of drinking and smoking permeated by alone depression bouts in the small room staring at an empty screen spitting in a bottle together, alone, this towns got me frozen to the bone my marrow is cracking and screeching and my blood is forming icicles in my veins

oh nature stop the blizzard within my own body all i desire is some friendly drinks on the beach surrounded by those i enjoy with a sweet girl in arm, resting my feet in the soft sand and watching the Big Sur Kerouac waves crash on the beaten shore, wrinkling beneath the sun in some wonderful, beautiful fantasy, deep in the recesses of imagination