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Ash Mar 2019
Life seeps through my frozen rendered winter heart,
Eyes blooming to the previously empty color,
Ice caps melt precipitating long-overdue art,
In spring I awaken, and joy I rediscover

Gardenias stretch their petals to the sky
Delight drifts through the air
Despondency and heartache wave goodbye,
Welcoming spring with all its whimsical wear

Spring means fresh, and chances anew
Affable spring, it is well with you
(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this **** kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot
and amateur chemist
   specializing in cannabinoids
   my favorite delta-9-tetra
   hydrocannabinol (THC),

   isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag
   while athwart the *****
   i.e. measuring adequate perforated
   square roto root er, sans
   regular toilet tissue paper
   prior to completing important

   private business matter
   on the sacred porcelain chamber ***
Mary Jane made a token appearance,
   and boy she looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired
   in drag at a joint where Billy ****  

   banged on by the hands of
   a phenomenal drummer
   taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood
   while blowing  fractal rings – holy Scott
the immediate utterance,

   and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still like stone wall Jackson,
   who unfortunately got deprived a hit,
   nonetheless got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops),
   whose demise an awful blot

per southern cause during
   the Civil War and if anachronism
   to receive medicinal aide available
   instead of primitive treatment he got
(as well other wounded soldiers
   of misfortune on the battlefield),

   whose faith the any almighty power
   could do little to save their roach invested lot
yet availing my imagination
   to twist time like that Mobius strip
mortally wounded rebels and Yankees
   free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp

   entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip cotton
   as king as export to trot
orange you glad I avoided
   the analogy with a kumquat?
I feel profound.
Airy,
suffocating in optimism
without secreting a sound.

It's as if I wave from a flagpole
free from control
from even myself.

And the beautiful breeze,
brushes up against me peacefully
without disturbing a sparkle on me.

I feel solid in the most liquified way imaginable.
Yet I know, when the clock strikes twelve,
all life will be ****** out of me.
Alaska May 2014
such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun
overgrown and tangled and chaotic and fair
a swirl of thorns and dewdrops and earth
eyes that sparkle with petrichor and hope
hair with sunrays weaved and rivers entwined
bones which are not bones, but inky flora and mud
sculpted by the trees and the stars and the air
ephemeral glow and luminent dullness
smell the grass and the weeds and the stone and joy
hear the light and the rain and peace and dirt
taste the wind and the toxic petals and soul
see the longing and leaping and flying and warmth
feel the lucid colors and the pastel dreams
such a beautiful mess, unclothed and airy and loved.

{alaska}

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