a 2nd bad but nicely fucked up poem written on pcp

[Kitten]

Chalk drawing left unfinished:
Someone's moon
Swaths of clouds made in white paint
A star spit out for every saint
I remember
when I got the call
“Meet us at midnight in the park
It will be cold�
It would be dark.
Was this real
Or was this in my mind?
I cried over acid dreams
Tripping over childhood memories
Throughout the night
Voices shook our stability
Screams,
They cut down old oak trees
Control,
She always was a tease.
Feelings
thrown
in bottles out the door:
That is all
That I recall
Before my head hit the dashboard
That Jewish boy:
He told me smoking's bad
I blew my waste into your face
You only what you can't have
Swinging
Like
Kids throughout the night
We played all yesterday's games
I watched my common sense take flight
Stumbling through
Emotions we don't want
Drunk and high and young again
For a moment I forgave your sins.
Virgins never come:
They always go
I stayed clean ‘til seventeen
Wish I'd stayed pure for longer though.
Suck a gun
Like cock throughout the day
Never contemplate your fate
And it'll take your life away.

[sara]

Kitten,
Something is seriously wrong with James if he's not seeing that you fucking kick ass. Honey, I think you're doing just fine on your own. Kisses for you, you southern sweetheart.

[Kitten]

thanks so much, i'm glad SOMEONE thinks so! but i have to say that poem was actually not written about james but an ex-boyfriend who i now hate and have a restraining order against ha.