(Bad Attempts at poety)

Youth

Hear me,
you, the blue haired youth
chasing the dragon, you ,youth
hear me,
you, homless vagrent
speaking incoherently, you, youth
Raise this glass,
o' hallowed youth
Pioneers of endless night
To you I drink this burning desire
in honor t'ward
your relentless form,
your style undieing,
and spitting in the face of authority
I drink to you.
Youth, with your shallow breaths,
escaping in intimacy
ecstasy
howling into the night.
I drink to you, youth,
our future.
Forward, forward, forward,
you, youth.

Heroin

Huddled, draped with silky cloth
to provide no warmth
to die slowly
Arms burning, an
unsatisfiable itch
implacable yearning,
again, the dragon
Crying Out, nay, screaming,
I am a prophet, (he said to the prophets)
All visions fade,
(when faced by time)
Snapping back, sobriety rears
up, to show his ugly face
Irrepressible in light,
destroying minds,
to die slowly.