Opium Notes

I.  
 
Contented  
and avoiding work  
in this bare bones  
Concrete park (the city)  
warmness  
and smallness  
Contentment resides here  
 
But so does great loss  
of years of potential greatness  
and grandeur  
but then there is still  
Contentment  
 
 
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II.  
 
I prayed for thee  
Erotic ritual  
You had vanished  
precious poppy  
 
The addiction  
is always in mind  
The mind of others  
usually pushing me further  
Companion in life  
delicate flower  
 
She hides in the shadows  
She likes me  
I know this  
but she runs in fear  
 
 
.           .          .  
 
III.  
 
More often w/ greater outer beauty  
comes a deep canyon  
of the most vile and true  
ugliness  
 
 
.           .          .  
 
IV.  
 
After the warm  
cozy fire  
has taken it's place  
underneath my flesh  
 
It feels appropriate  
this opiate  
 
Men and women  
are simply optical illusions  
of each other  
 
Functioning on a primal level  
 
Fun and hollow  
Beautiful and lonely  
Inclusive and exclusive  
 
I am in a cocooning stage