Toke

Babe, what’s wrong?
Down and out.
Away from my world.
What’s taking you so long?

Not a word heard
No e-mails sketched
Not a grimace
Ain’t no complaint left.

Is it all fine?
Or is it 69
Is it like old times?
With Vodka and lime.

Not a hand shaken
Not a nod
Not a wink
Not a promise taken

Is love angry
Or is it broke
Itch it a bit
C’mon let it poke.

Stroke Stoke Toke
Lemme hope
Somewhere to remember
Sometime to elope.

Paper

I felt like a chameleon on a psychedelic poster.

Acid

Do you think about me,

When the smoke raises its acid face?

A slap of water on your face,

When you dive.

Does it remind you of me?

When you down in deep distress…

A pungent gulp of whiskey,

slithering down your throat.

What did I taste like?

I can’t help but remember.

When dirty kids on streets

With faces black as the smoking tyre

Hauled from the garage, punctured…soggy

Warmth against penetrating cold

I can’t help but remember

A bite on the tip of my manhood

Chill against the tiring heat.