Baby you’re that new black

liquid crack that i savor in my pipe

because i’m addicted to your

taste touch smell feel

i’m a fiend

waiting for another hit of your lucius

brown lips and that ocean i call gold

with no hesitation i drown in hallucinations

going deeper

and deeper

uttering words and sounds

that make sense only to you

the ocean keeper

as i drift forward i penetrate

the shelf life of your mantle

floating like a barnicle i stay close

feeling honorable when i can quiet my sounds

then i realize i’m a fiend

why hold it in

so once more i’m screaming and coming

off my high


your    waters

can’t      breath

loose limber tired

i wash up to shore

and let the sands hold me

as i dream about my next hit

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