fuck ing hell / or / room 315

a three fifteen
not really / a four twenty



that's the number / ah / get it?
the number on his door / death's door

silly death / ready to walk thru @ any moment






& i'm sorry your head hurts in side / sorry
you have to die / i under stand tho
you are tired / of this / body / that refuses
to mend / /



death is a bitch

& tho i walk thru the valley of
the end of your life / i think i'll be okay



yeah / i think i'll be okay





& i wish / i could have found a poem
the courage to find a poem / some thing to
read to you


& young artists become the old / cutting edge
now cut / / & be yond / /

& the finest of the fine / gather @ the foot of your bed
artists who've honed their craft / have found
some how / a comfort in / be ing / be gin a gain


the imminence of your death / now final

days / day day day / / / / / & then what ???















i'll crawl in side / my dark space / mourn


tears will spill / go on / be yond
the grief






i'm a fraid / to miss you



yup / this ain't no 4:20















face like a cherub

round / twinkle / & some thing stirs

a trickle / a flood / perhaps








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