Asphodel

The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. 
I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi.                                                                   
Cilium itches from plastic tang.                                                                                  
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Girl Without a Cause

I.        Captivity

The stench of bong water that follows like a stagnant cloud.  
Roll on Old Spice, pock-marked face, tie dye baseball tee.                                       
You’re a self medicated stoner with a blowtorch to battle                                     
abjection. No D.A.R.E program could keep you from                                       
imparting your smoke to me. A secondhand high.

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Four Doors Down

Did I tell you about the shady business down the hall?                                                                                                               Garbage bins line the walls overflowing                                                           pizza crust and piss-yellow Mountain Dew.

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