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Coming home (by Shasta M)
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I'll try to be serious
when I talk to my mom.
I don't know if my eyes look right
or if she can tell what I'm on.
I've got to tell her something
before I can leave.
I've got to get ahold of myself.
I need to act like I should be.
I'm stoned.
And I never shoudl have come home.
I'm up to my knees in shit.
ANd they know what I'm on.
I'll be back in a while
When I start coming down.
WHen I finally think straight.
and my eyes turn back around.
I'll come back when I onw't laugh.
come in half past eleven
but in don't plan on coming down
until a quarter of never.
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