chasing down a dragon
 

it's only

another shot at something historical
my greatest fears are love and disorder
becoming normal. numbing boredom. another
junkie stuck in his stories, summoning glory for
a tiny touch of immortality's shores, yes of course
hemoglobin buzz distorting a room
doesn't matter a morsel if it's not important to you
morbid obsessive. core possessive, steady
scorching a spoon. chasing
down a dragon i've been forced to pursue
lord of disenchantment, lord i'm close to an answer
lonesome master. reporting in like 4am news
to anyone home:
drink merrily and travel alone
left lane manic emotive
backseat practically motionless. hand
me your holster, six-shot cylindrical scope
product of a middle-class addiction to dope
plane tickets in coach. morningtime 2% and cinnamon toast
in every nag champa was the scent of a ghost
empty balloons, barnum-bailey our stoop, daily accouterment
scattered paraphernalia, our table was useless
crystal clear the liquid gold that faded her youth
built a home on bloodlust & we buried the blueprint
swear i've been addicted since a kid to consume
anybody out there worth a visit or 2
it's internal, controversial, periodic
recluse. not a modicum of moderation, always abuse
hopscotch on our sidewalk palms are chalky and calloused
settled on contentment so we call it a balance
recalling pasts. holding hands we walked into mass
you stood in line for crackers and i stifled a laugh
now i'm right where i cast myself.
finale it's over
moving again i'll meet you never i'm hopeful, ever remorseful
close my eyes and measure the dosage,
let it overtake, enter the portal, says Lenore
waging holy war like Lenin in office, federal hostage
died and never slept i felt much better exhausted
these are letter deposits. anthropological statement
watching rain fall like constellations swallowing Jameson
copy that, copycats are often mistaken
there's nothing honest about it while it's anonymous, face it
or don't. come to terms with what i've set into motion
build your own ideal and practice letting it go





dm

Dope (pun intended). But it was. I loved the unconventional way in which you framed and wrote this tale of a heroine addict. The different angles you used. The shards of insight you provided and the glimpses into his life that you offered. It all made for a complete and we'll rounded perspective on the users obsession. I dug it. Good stuff, man. Really good.

in every nag champa was the scent of a ghost
Not sure what this means

these are letter deposits. anthropological statement
watching rain fall like constellations swallowing Jameson
again I'm lost

accouterment
I had to look this up

This is good stuff dead man. I particularly liked the first 3rd of it.

You write very well; even if i say it fast it flows. In some cases even better.

It's good but it's not as good as hawk on a leash.

thanks!

“In every nag champa was the scent of a ghost”

Poignant as fuck
Props

What does it mean? Specifically Nag and Champa.

It’s incense

Ask Siri, Alexa, Google or your mom.

fucking stoop pharah army idioyr

I did try to look up champa. Something about southeast asia, I didn't think it was it. Thank you destroyer for trying to inform me.

I c, thx

tbf to him i've known it as agarbathi my whole life and wouldn't know what nag champa was if it wasn't emblazoned on some boxes.

isn't the point. point is why the fuck does dull boy and half the fucking baked have to spoon fed him wkkinarticles when the fucking ENTIRE INTERNET IS LITERALLY RIGJT THERE ALL HE HAS TO DOIS FUCKING SEARCH


HUH WOT DIS HM IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND OUT WILL NEVER KNOW

noah FUCKING IDIYOTE. JUST STFU AND SEARCH. retard

I didn't know it was 1 phrase nag champa.
I read it as
in every nag
champa was the scent of a ghost.

So I didn't know what I was fucking searching I searched nag and champa separately.

He didn't have to give me the wiki, Destroyer already told me what it was, so cool your jets and go back to writing about the big bad wolf or prairies or whatever the fk.

let it overtake, enter the portal, says Lenore
waging holy war like Lenin in office, federal hostage
died and never slept i felt much better exhausted


ether. The muse remains similar yes?

mixed bag. thanks @veritas