Knotted hair and
Broken beer bottles
Stinking skin and the taste
Of yesterday’s egg
This blue light
Emanating from my charger
Purifies me ,glorifies me
Gives me wings(not just Red Bull)
Cigarette butts and hoarded garbage
All of this conspire
In a conspiracy
Against man and life
And everything mortal
To sprinkle some pepper and Rosemary
This aroma that fills the room
Envelops around me
And I taste myself.
“Its delicious” .
Dead and flushed-down 