Barlot ...

Contams In This Batch

Psilocybin solitude coursing through my blood
I am alone with my insanity
Wondering what's become of me
And without such, what could.
Thoughts focused on future...
Friends, family, foes
Everyone I know shares my destiny
Six feet below
The five feet of life in between-
Boggles me completely
I mean...
Scratching away the pessimist
Relying on the nihilist
My gut feeling lies toward trying
Dying is inevitable, however probable?
I swear, I'll think til the tint of my hair turns grey
Just seems to be dragging on
Everyone I know-up and gone
Thoughts just linger in the heat
As I lie dreaming of philosophy and beats.
True to my word, I must admit
Despite my rhythm and astounding wit (! ! !) ...
The strong desire to end it completely
Will only quit when my thoughts beat me.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 2, 2011

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