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trailerpark monks

we finished smoking the laptop computer today
the blonde and i
watched it curl away, white smoke off of aluminum foil
little pink granules crushed and burned,
turned to liquid,
then to energy
then fits of depression
rage
suicidal tendencies;
White Rabbit sounds real good
so does
Heard it Through the Grapevine
so does
We Gotta Get Outta This Place
beer evens out the high
or a Soma
shoot it up, then do a Soma
ride the most blissful, creative, lucid high
right out of the mother night
right into the blaring asshole of the morning
hey baby, all in moderation
i didn't have a need for the laptop anyway
i use a pen
we are recreational users
rational creatures
we hide behind duct-taped drapes
trailerpark monks
is that a cop?
i see trees of green,
but i can't remember how they feel.

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