Leaning back
anthropomorph
I’m happy to take this time to unwind
And sip from Briarwood Amphora--
Pipe
Gug gurgle phwip
Puff phwup pffuff
L.b a
--The ambrosial curling milk from tooth-marked mouthpiece
That uplifts me on whirling grey-white nimbus.
Pipe
Pth pth pffrolickth
Gripth the glad fumes--
L.b a
Your wispy Cavendish winds enwrap my whims
and rebirth them into fluid reflections that float above the earth.
--And intake: my nicotine
bestows the dopamine you desire!
Sit and make ritual; succumb to relaxation.
Stain your fingers, nails, hairs,
and grip my cusp with lips and tongue
so that my vapor seeps into your lungs!
L.b a
Tired now, I return amphora to drughm hick hmph
sptoo! chest pocket.
Tonight I may choke on pleghm
Or tomorrow my insides sprout thicket of tumors
But I do not fear death
and will experience excitement.
Pipe
Thump-crack.
I stained your shirt.
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