Spliffy Poo

The fog stood thick, it
Complemented the bog with
an essence like a swamp; rift
Sense from soul as I stood cold.

Lost and blind yet
from the fog- same thoughts.
Kissed my body from the start,
mist in the dark, as we walked we
hissed.

Smoke and smog,
An oblivion so everlong
trapped and strapped me down like
a love so long
so gone.

Arms and legs
the mind now craves...
envious yet jealous, for
my path is only so revelous
with this nothing I've wandered with.