seeds . .

death plants it's seed in us all. grief, real grief is somewhat like having mononucleous. it hurts to breathe in and you get lost in exhaling. I have this daydream that i am stuck in the arms of winter here in idaho hiding out from the dopeman. i am at the end of a long long driveway playing at shuffling the snow. i turn and notice dark clouds in the air around the head of a body all bundled up like a snowman. this snowman is tumbling down my hill and i rush to ask if he has slid off the road or something. i have a smile on my heart and i am enjoying the brisk air. this snowman waves at me and wraps me in his arms. i look close and it is my dopeman asking me if i have a spoon and some water. dope kills dope kills dope kills