politics and laudanum

constellation number four;
coulda swore I’ve been here before.
I split the star to take a free tour;
climbed in the window, fell out the front door

and when you say you’re indisposed,
it’s just the laudanum talking.
and when you say it’s the wrong color rose,
it’s just your politics talking.
that’s what I call a view.
that’s what I call a view.
Withdrew my taboo,
tattoo of me and you.

desolation bliss in green,
as sixteen and seventeen convene.
I’ve cursed the silk to breathe nicotine,
saved a saint, became serpentine

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