23 May 2014



for my head

Shug said

he gave me a wrap

for the pain

all fingers and foil

trembling slightly

I inhaled

the acrid smoke

burning lettuce

slipped easy

into grateful lungs

I was waiting

waiting on a wave

a cool dark one

to sweep me up

and lay me to rest

I smoked myself sick

but even that felt good

in fact everything

felt good

too good

and I saw that

a man could lose himself

chasing dragons


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