Noitcidda

We laid around
the snow and the weeds
laughing.

There was a poke
at my vein a small
pinch.

The money was gone
and I had a plastic bag
needles.

Put on our sun glasses
at evening and sprayed
perfume.

Stepped out and the colors
turned not-colors the sounds
not-sounds.

Out here it was snowing lightly
and weeds were dying.​

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Gee, I wonder what this is about...
The product of my warped mind.