High Test
To husk the skull
I will huff some stuff.
Watch how octane culls,
My poetic dandruff.
I will huff some stuff,
bask in blond, buzzy peace.
My poetic dandruff-
A blanket of spiced fleece.
Bask in blond, buzzy peace,
translating tarty fumes.
A blanket of spiced fleece-
Oh, the bedding of my muse.
Translating tarty fumes,
imbibing sultry vapor.
Oh, the bedding of my muse,
that seductive navigator.
Imbibing sultry vapor,
swooning ripe and rosy;
that seductive navigator,
plotting petrol into posey.
Swooning ripe and rosy,
Watch how octane culls:
Plotting petrol into posey-
Mm, to husk the skull…
The Shit of Adim Witt 