Smoked Joint

Who's place is this? 
A mess of piss
a cloudy shroudy boil
clattermourn a mattertorn
roomful of conceit.

Deepen breathers 
wreathed in rings
gold and diamond chairs
molten riches cannot rest
until the silent airs

take the lives that did not win
wash them out with dirt
under sixes feet go still
deadly loaded dice.