On Chemical Signatures, Etc.

Some people get paid to know 
that I've been smoking pot. 
They have reliable methods 
approved by society, supported 
by catalogues of laws and ethics, 
venerated seriously as ancient maxims 
of deceit, tragedy and love. 
They accuse me of drinking too much. 
We don't see eye-to-eye on medicine. 
My vocabulary of neurological and 
psychiatric terminology seems slightly 
larger from my point-of-view. 
Do my doctors suffer a lack of distinction 
between the functions of their amygdalas 
and hypothalamic nuclei and the muscular 
tissue traversing their phalanges? 
-Pause to inspect the crud in one of my fingernails 
like urine and defeat at a crimescene. 

When you get fed up with people, when you're ready to hang them from the trees, 
pause to ask yourself Did Malcolm X have to put up with this shit? 
Your hatred and your soul are equally in grasp of each other's direction, 
they speak through separate threads and both require agreement, permission 
from the heart. The heart that sees death as it is sees very little 
death. Death is not one for illumination. Some small dark orange 
flare between amorphous pits and plots fallen, pulled to the abyss. 
Search for the trees that provide safety, comfort. Sell the cars you don't drive, 
save up for retirement and keep your nails clean. Acetylcholine is known 
to enhance longterm memory. 





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