Have You Tried My Slushie

Have You Tried My Slushie?             By Briar Rabbit       I don’t know if it brings the boys to the yard I’d want some time to myself   I  think..   I think of angel dust while liberty belles call my name     cement and concrete as I leave the shrink i am bowed down some staring at my shoes as I walk to my stop   I take PM dawn pills For Purples edge, Irony, I know It’s bubble and burble And bubble and grape flavor in my mouth Chewy fat chunk of life’s worth Like Nicki sticks to a wad I chew it It’s imprinted Yummy and pink bubbles Imprinted on the wrapper     Wrapper Rapper I like smoking Smoking Puro   Cheap menthol lights The Inhale and the burn of the Humo In my nose On the top and to the sides of my lungs   Smoking Puro   I’ve become a Whiz Kid @ this And I learned to become a cowboy kid cigarette aficionado   I watch my toes Shoe gaze Blow some smoke Through my mouth and my nose And then I breathe   I am a Smoke Tamer It’s purple-blue, tinged grey Curls in form only real Wizards Can create – Dragons, Curly cues, and ring after ring after ring When I’ve had my high , I  pinch my cherry Roll it between my fingers and test the edge Of this proto-promethean glory Index to thumb   My butt at ease And my feet alive I pet a bug Or an ambitious spider Cupping my hands I put her back in the bush. Apologizing after letting her explore my fingertips my hands, my wrist, my arm to my elbow and then I let her know, no gently I cry a little inside when i do, because she’s curious and seeking comfort in some shade like I do.                                     Our feelings I think are mutual   I am still.. Sticking with Fabolous My slushie named orange and blue   Half to three quarters gone   I’m sippin it and three a party in My pants, no ********, a wow in my Mouth, and a brain freeze. The brain freeze gives me a ***** Seriously. I’m serious.   I cross my legs, lift up my hood Arrange two rings and a cross Pick at the crud under My nails, maybe I should Pull down my shades Arrange my pant legs Again.     Slurp my slushie. Brain freeze and I’m turned on again I blush and pull down my hood     I’m still sitting at the bus shelter I light another one, My smoking curls, Curling curly-curly curly ques..   MY smoke curls MY smoke curls