Cannabis Cannabis Are you my friend? We'veΒ Β been asking this question Since who knows when
From the bedroom To the bathroom To the den, Sitting out on the porch Or out on the back deck Out by the cactus Out in the pasture with the brook running through it Or in The redwoods ecstatic in the moving fog With the walls closing in To the poetry within, Contentment, lethargic exhaustion, anxiety, with the music moving, self consciousness exquisite, ego disintegrating Remembering, forgetting, Remembering Back again Oh, cannabis cannabis Are you my friend
We've had the dance I can't deny From stems and seeds To Humboldt flower dispensary Many stops in between
You've played with my mind Sometimes I wonder who I would have been
Cannabis, oh cannabis Are you my friend? (Old friend).
As Traveler Tim told me many moons ago, "It's poetry, not autobiography"