green debris
all over tan seats
tree debris
my mom will get in and ask,
“who’s been smoking ****”

i’ll shake my head
at my clumsiness
**** you shaky hands
and a mind too busy

i’ve been waitin on a good high all day
too bad i spilled my almost rolled blunt

Standing in this rain, getting soaked
*I sip the water trickling down my face
even this spoiled sweetness tastes so fine
quenching an unknown thirst
makes me high, disconnected from this polluted carnality
I slip away to that world of mine
*where only love thrives in a beautiful serenity