Cannabis Sativa
Renewable resource
Season of the witch
THC trough pusher dip
Stay with me on this
August is a weak month
Crop into kiln
Shriveling organically
Head down
Roots and panties up
Dealer dealing bad shit
"I gave you an extra gram man"
A morning holiday toke
Still sunshine, sparkling wind
Re-integration of no smoking pad
Crossing a couple of thresholds
I mention to myself
Out loud quite affirmative
"Now that fixes the dog's arse"
Halting abruptly
Why would I say that
What do I mean
What metaphor - what self-esteem
What struggle, what conflict
No style but purpose
No frill but function
Last in the parade - essential
No worry though
I've fixed it, seemingly
Using a tired weed
And a wired mind
And some few others
"If dogs run free, why not me"
"When I carefully consider the curious…`
"When God created dogs.."
Oh so literati! ! ! ! !
What parade, btw?
What?
You fixed the parade?
No, no
It rained on the dog's arse
And I fixed it
Yesterday?
Maybe
But then
The wagon broke
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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