sick draining stomach
brings tha noiz
brings tha nostalgia
raping my gums
scraping my feets
sick draining stomach
pushes acid up my throat
flushes out what’s real
flushes out all feeling
wine in blood
blood on shirt
deep cuts depend on
the withering of the soul
smoking a bowl
deep frying the afternoon
indian summer sets
summersaults
dries out leaves
now crunched on boozewalk
now crowding grass
the yearly decay
baring it’s young teeth
baring a bosom of white death