Whiskey can make your whole mouth numb
lips and all, if you drink it slow enough
a molecular branding, every cell
reddening, softly, hissing
Weed can come like a crown
warm and tingling on your temples
prince of forgetting, of touching
close your red heavy eyes,
cast them off like useless gems
put everything but my fingertips in exile
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Something about this whole poem is strange to me in some way. Everything seems to not quite match, I am thinking "lips and all;" "molecular branding;" "reddening...hissing;" but especially "useless gems." I am curious what's in the space between those words, why is that tension there? I want to know why the fingertips get to stay but everything else must go...
ReplyDeleteSo many questions...