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Disjointed Drug Poem




Northern lights
Clouds of smoke
Flood my lungs
Iíll take a toke
Creative mind
Tired head
Lethargic limbs
Feel like lead

Then Yearning for
Philosophers stones
Consumes my body
Right through my bones

But still
I chill
And wait
Until

That purple-green
Kinda feeling
Makes flashing lights
Dance on the ceiling

 

by Dave