Lifes haze is,
the needle in my
arm,
promising releif-
through
goofballs,
8balls-
pruple haze and
laguna sunshine,
white double domes
and
candy coated coke...
jaundiced dreams
and
fucked by the
needle in my arm,
stoned beyond beleif
and wanting only
oblivion's demand,
releif from life,
and seeking death
eternaly damned...
who gives a shit,
the selfish me
who wants and wants,
and swims in
the bottom of a bottle,
still the haze persists-
another day
another fix,
who is there
to really give a shit.

The haze becomes our failure to see those around us who really give a
shit, since we don't want to hear it, and choose the haze over the
truth. The "fix" resides within! ... We DO care!

Wow!! Shad, did we fry together in the 60s!!!!

oh! I was born in the 60s
good work,