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The dopamine tailgate

Smoke billowing from the portable barbeque

Hot coals and radios

Rivaled only by the seering heat

Of pavement underneath

Shaded by willows

Draping over the tailgate

Shading eyes

Shaded faces

And as the sun heads west

And the gates start to open

The last drops of booze carefully divied

Faces red, urges strong

And at the end of the song

The crowd congregates

Two solid lines

Adding unwanted degrees to the piping hot asphalt

The gates open, and much needed water

Arises in the form of the masses, flooding

Through the gates

The sweet chase

The guards sweat

The pavement collects dust

Tame pieces of trash sit in an absent breeze

Like tumbleweeds that don’t tumble

And a collective sigh of relief echoes

Amongst the team of security

As they fall asleep, deprived and bored

Desperately awaiting and simultaneously dreading the outgoing crowds

Burned out from years of the same job

Begging for pastures greener

And working hours cleaner

And money greener

Oh, those guards

Such dreamers

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Bogey thoughts

Perched in my car

Cigarette in hand

Miss your shaking hands

Reaching out

The trembling thumbalina

Even through emotional withdrawal

I feel the absence of your presence

That, to me

Is the most powerful thing

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Zleepy thoughts

We lay awake in this cesspit

Unable to rest

With thoughts flashing quickly

And no cigarettes left

The pain briefly numbed

But at a cost so great

For walking the earth softly

Is a horrible fate

Yet we pop our rock candy

Hoping for change

While treasuring numbness

And shunning out pain

And the question remains

Will monotony rule?

trading vociferous voices

For a mouth full of drool

But fate is fate

And from our path we won’t stray

So for now we lay restless

And nothing’s the same

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Fuk

Compulsions, Obsessions

And since their inception

My mind has been scrambled

It raises more questions

With vigor, I rambled

Straight out of depression

But hiding and ample

The monsters come trample

From every which way

And from every direction

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Here we are...

With tired eyes and a wired mind

Come insomnia and acquired finds

So here we are... awake in bed

With baggy eyes in undesired time

To always see where your thoughts have led

Leads to swelling doubt and fear unsaid

So here we are... awake at three

Racing forth in paths untread

And to distract; and sit and read

Perpetuates the cycle’s need

So here we are... awake tonight

Continuing to gush and bleed

And while it sets my mind alight

It contributes to sleepless nights

So here we are... with awakened might

Praying, pleading for an end in sight

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Shunyata

In the harsh, baron land

We exist in all day

Just one thing is clear

That nothing is sane

Where everything and nothing

Exist all at once

You need not look further

Than the tray for your blunts

It exists when it’s empty

And still when it’s whole

And its purpose remains

To collect ash from your bowl

Until the day comes

And the smokers have stopped

And the tray still exists

But the ash does not

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To my thousands of fans

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Brain spasticity disorder

Cut up your thoughts and then line them up for slaughter

When the cost of cheap silence is to insert a quarter

But the strains of deep haze catch up and leave you cornered

And when the time comes to stand and your legs give out

You must crawl on your hands until the next big bout

And then you call upon some meds to quell the vexing doubt

Wondering if I’d rather be dead than take this perplexing route