Old friends Poems

Stoners don’t have friends/working title

Don't forget
Don't let it slip
Grind it up till that lil bird squeaks
Breathe it through that mucky water till you finally grasp the concept
Your love was always bitter
Not quite happy nor quite sad
Trauma is your favorite word and I'm tired of learning it
Get ditsy off the idea
That I'm
So goddamn

......

Stoners don’t have friends/working title

Don't forget
Don't let it slip
Grind it up till that lil bird squeaks
Breathe it through that mucky water till you finally grasp the concept
Your love was always bitter
Not quite happy nor quite sad
Trauma is your favorite word and I'm tired of learning it
Get ditsy off the idea
That I'm
So goddamn

......

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  Lee Grabbe (1 poems about Old friends)
  January 31st, 2001- California