High
Yesterday I smoked poetry, I rolled
a bunch of metaphors into a blunt
and got high on the first stanza.
Then I got the munchies
so I ate poetry and wrote
a verse with its crumbs.
I drank every drop of poetry
until the only thing left
in the bottle was a cheap cliche.
We fucked for hours, like two similes
in love. until the backs of our eyes
were kaleidoscopes of poetry.
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