All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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Oh i slip-tickled falling
landing upon a dragonfly
mid-flight above a sunflower
–beating sun upon my shoulders
iridescent laughter caught
my throat and her wings
beating all my worries
so far away and I feel
like a new born and I
wish you were here too
to feel newborn like me
And I cried for joy
And the fields of evening
moved with the gentle winds
and my soul — so bare
and I feel like a newborn!
:: 05-13-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 