Vancouver Drift

friday night and all i can think about is that
i am the endless chronic, the forever blunt
always half lit, passed around
disinterested halfbaked halfeyed faces
eyes filled with dreams of sexlove and whatever is sexy at the time
a bag of doritos and coke slush with a top on
711 always open
me only broken.
i long to die out
to burn out
smeared on the ground
planted, ready to grow
back to the earth wind and fire
but i fear
only to blaze again?
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- i need to get a social life. hah.