This is a bit rough round the edges,just kind of jotted it down in the last hour, any opinions would be appreciated. Youth's Desire Sam walked into an old mortar bricked building Looking around at the wall to wall shelving On each level were hundreds of jars and vials Yellowed shoe boxes with indesciperable scribbles The air was pugent with a sharp rustic aroma A mix between patchouli and damp leaves Acrid grey smoke stung his eyes He felt as if he'd been transported into another world Lost so deep in a yearning for comprehension He jumped when a voice called out Rough and road weary it croaked "Uppers,downers,coke and speed You've got the itch,I'll fill your need To walk away from chalk white thought It takes my tricks,you need the lot Hash and meth,crystal love Pure tears from a dying dove Smoke these herbs,you'll shoot away And roam around for days and days Eat a bit of this and that Rounds up all you thought was flat Needles space through a sieve The camel's eye has much to give Your face will turn kalidescope As you slide down a gilded rope Not convinced yet I'm the best? Simply put me to the test If what you seek I don't posess I'll mix it up,I must confess None can top my cosmic ring That's why I'm called the Disco King" The words came on fast like grenades Pentetrating the young buyer's defences He'd been feeling very mentally dehydrated recently And recieved news of this shop only days before From a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend After a long marijuana induced confession In which he stated "I feel as though I've been walking forever Down an staircase built on deceit Now I've hit the last step There's nothing remaining and I don't know what to do" Now he was standing before a stocky african man With salt and pepper hair that wildly protested gravity His speech had got him spinning like a top And he seemed electrified as he jumped about from shelf to shelf With a purposefull intent That seemed to suggest he knew exactly what he was looking for Even if his young customer didn't As he came to a small brown box Tied up in weedy tan twine He took in a breath like it was his first in weeks And started off again,this time more erratic Coming to the peak of some mystic cataclysm "Here's the thing you most desire Proved to set your head on fire A funny weed,in shade it grows From where it came I do not know Take three leaves and chew them full Then spit it out into my bowl I'll mix with that sweet salty tears From a duke who cried for forty years Over what was not known even to him As peasants met his every whim We too must throw six drops of blood From a virgin girl who drowned in mud It wasn't deep and she could've emerged But her fixation on help lead instead to a dirge Also a feather straight from the cap Of a rather ruthless and selfish young chap His mind became twisted as guilt smashed it to bits Now he can't make a sound,in silence he sits Dreaming in agony he'd come back on top Catatonic creation halting full stop One more thing is needed to make it complete Rare raw pure and simple,soon quite obselete The lashes of a lady who trusted too much And blindly her person was up for the touch Of all that came to her claiming the truth So tragic life ended believing in sooth The person who did it was terribley vile Though she ignored the venom seeping down from his smile He met her head on and pulled out a dagger 'I love you' she screamed,in her life's final swagger When it is finished and you take it again You'll learn of the failings residing in men See their mistakes as if they were yours Never have need to walk through those doors Though it seems inconceivable this is not why you came I give you a choice,have I figured your game? It's only to aid in quelling neglect Of logical thought too soon we reject In searching for something we know can't be right Stopping a struggle we all strive to fight So will you accept my synthesized strain To ease the frustration of self disdain?" The young man stood very quite for a moment He thought of everything and nothing simutaneously With very wide and catious eyes he blinked at the Disco King After clearing his throat he said in almost a whisper "I think there's been a misunderstanding I was looking for the book shop I need to find a book on dog training" As he walked out he lit up a cigarette The cold attumn breeze hit his face He leaned over to the street and got violently ill
