Winter

Soap bottle ejaculates into my hand
Barista burned her hand making my coffee
Second one of the day
I can only hope there were no more
This sexuality almost seems like a curse
Calling me in the night
Disturbing my dreams
My potion is brewing on the stove
Eternity tea
Disembodied voices ride the waves
Another 40
High on amphetamines
Pure poison he tells me asking why do I drink it
The medicine is on the stove
Same shit different toilet
Guy working the smoke shop buys a smoke off me for 50 cents
Cold and rainy winter