Meth Pipes & Coloring Books

Feed her methamphetamine and chocolate, she lies straight faced, all eye contact. Black nails and they glisten in the sun. A blue and pink butterfly tattooed on the small of her back. Settle a little, the pause is brief. The lies will reappear as such. She giggles just for fun, the malicious games she plays. No trust or loyalty betrayed by the paved lanes An argument from nothing, that's what one of her many gifts is. Pork chops on open fire, she adds powdered juice to her water. Sexually ambiguous. Up all night no early morning slumber. Rain on mesh, tents in a city of regrets Beneath the tarps and years of dirt, in a tent beside a tree; heroin she is well fed. That dancing needle goon, tears like water glistening in the open moon. Conversate don't hesitate Here I am ... as we bow and bless our plates.