strange little friend

put down your joint
my point?
let the ashes fly to the sky in twisted circles and
disappear
put down your scowl
let your jowl relax into a smile so wide your insides
crack
into millions of tears
put down your shot-glass
of fear
come here, draw near let me feed you my dear
and hold you

i told you not to talk to strangers
should have warned you not to
become
one