Dirt,
Angelic junkies shooting up,
Morphine filled veins,
Prostitutes posing for green to feed the beast
Beautiful Native American sits in our minds projecting God’s existence
You’re stuck in that apartment!
Rusty nails,
Foul water,
Drug induced company consumes your soul.
Pillow rest underneath my head, you speak of God “he will pay me back more”
Thin body slowly moving in the ruffled bed filled with Holy angels lost in Limbo
You are almost the Ginsberg sunflower
The Kerouac Yab Yum
Tall Mountain that gives birth to Mother Earth
Passed out in the corner
Baptized by rusty rain water dripping from overhang,
Waves crashing against the walls,
“Only your Mind exists”
“Only your Mind exists”
“Only your Mind exists”
Native American Junky in Mexico
You still believe in God
