It's a house destruction party,
too hardcore for hardcore.
Golden weed,
a bundle pack.
No such thing.
Amber liquid in a diamond chalice.
Not your typical beatmaker.
Keep going.
It's getting smoky.
Utilize that piece.
Us, we, together forever.
I can smell your body,
entertain the notion.
this one's pretty kewl.
My red has fallen off,
chipped like a stone.
Clap your hands,
you're dreaming.
The melody haunts your reality.
The song infests your dream.
Crimson vans,
a faded chevron.
Purple lines fill my cavities.
I see you there,
an apple and a dash of rosemary.
Las Vegas.
Cali Cali.

By Carmen Varner