Howl

Suck my soul out

set it free

its stuck somewhere

in my oesophagus now

waiting for the wind

to push it down

pull it up

liberate it

set it free

come now,part your lips

let it flee.

Is it my fault that I could practically gnaw and rip off somebody's clothes now?Fuck.Sub 10 degree temperature.Us bongs feel cold soon.We take our mittens out when the calendar says its November.How am I supposed to study like this?EVER?!
And that was no attempt at poetry.
No,sir.I do not have the patience for that right now.Infact,everything lately has been very on-the-spur.
I need to bathe in Old Monk.I do.