In the temple with my "uncle," smoking weed with my dead friend in the jungle.
Eating soup while sweating, the snakes soothe our swollen bellies.
The drink made you crazy, the smoke helped you rest easy.
Banana leaves and saliva, yes, the fire burned us alive-uh…
Don’t take a picture with your phone.
Don’t want to leave you molten and lonely, don’t know what I’d do with your bones when you left me.
Squirrels dug dirt to make you their home, stole your sheets, and drooled chin down their nose.
Picked up the paper and dabbed your mouth and knocked down your chin and squealed out you’re in danger.
You read the note in flavored fire, it’s rebirth and yet there’s still anger.
There’s poison in the smoke and pheromones in dirty coats.
Private tyranny, elaborate monotony, absurd I call when I need money.
Mute the line when it’s not your time and I turn my eyes up to the light and hold my chest tight. Don’t take a picture with your phone.