oh! it strums and sways my heart
this techno beat in a forest of thrift store finds and
bones, recycled.
we are all alone all together
sucking those around us in
hitting bottom to get high
not indifferent, no, not
forgetting the world yet we
temporarily ignore it.
i met you in the smell of smoke and grounds
a blanket of spirulina and millet and oh my
your basement room wallpapered in
pictures of my ghosts.
we ate and drank and spoke of these.
i forgot about sex and keggers
i forgot about family and death
i forgot that i was cemented to the earth
and i rose from the soil
to fly above and around us.
art sprouted from our fingers
and became a part of the world
brainchildren sometimes spurred on by drug use
usually, being your friend was intoxicating
enough
