Exhaling the smoke
Winding my way through my thoughts
Oh, marijuana

Remember your eyes
Got caught in your smile and I
Still hate your tattoos

Doldrums
Like patterns
They repeat
The buzzing
A fly
In the distance
Still loud
Though muffled
The same
In the end.

One day
Of tranquility
I ask for
My Sabbath;
I am asphyxiating
From the theft
Of my infancy;
Cheated…
Out of tenderness and innocence.
What is
Momentous
About these things
We twist our spines for,
From which we make sacrifice?
My Sabbath,
I need.
It shall entail
A calm oasis, a breezy field
Ice cold water, citrus scent
A billion smiles and sky blue eyes
Two welcome arms
For while I lie;
Lament for distance
Of fifty lives
That are not mine,
That aren’t my time.
My Sabbath,
A drunken reverie
On a cool, clear reservoir
Viewing the sea, drifting away;
My Sabbath
For only
Today.

An odd thing, the sunrise,
For the moon doesn’t sting my eyes.
But each night the moon I’m expecting,
Yet the sun’s always such a surprise.

Sleepy and sluggish,
Unable to move or talk
Yet I cannot bring my eyelids to close.
So tired, so awake.
Luscious, sweet, melting sensation
Breeding on my tongue.
The soft blanket,
Warm and like a safe haven,
A body guard protecting me
Against wrong, against harm…
Against harsh reality.
A simple gift,
The soft skin glowing
While the crack between
The window shades
Exposes the snow,
Each flake on its way to the ground
With a secret,
With a message.
But they melt every time,
And never shall we know
The mysteries these
Trillions of tiny ice crystals
Have to tell the earth, but
I know
My very own
Tired secret.

Stay close to me
My life is
The red light district
You just cannot see it.
And you do not ask,
Makes me forget.
It is all an enormous lie.