You're Fucking High, Huh?

You’re Fucking High, Huh?
by Oscar Smiles
in sync
and in rotation
strange vibrations
here I come
I see it coming
thru the limbs
and possibly
a panopticon of strange desire
so I step back two
and dust the snow
from my brahma boots
and hang the light from midrange
“babe..can I be real with ya”
“you’re fucking high huh”
“damn she’s good”
what’s with all that jazzzzz
on the contrary
you should check out
an overthrown tantrum
a bottled up bottoms up
who shows so much accost
so much struggle
freedom from culture
and so soft spoken
and at a loss
sure doesn’t
it only lets us be
how deep is it
one step and two
here I come
all at once
particles from the seizures
cuticles only noticed when
when regarded as a beast
I can’t tell ya how much
I feel your limbs directly on me
such contrast is so that everyone knows
it all but once crossed my mind
the particulars of the injunction
look at you
all in sync and shit