A pipe -- deferred
The American Dream
Shrivels
Raisin in the
Sun

spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath

in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within

sinking and
soaking through skin

deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations

crackling
branches of
white birch lightning

If I made a list of things
I would like to own
It would have
A garden on the roof,
Maybe a pipe that I wouldn't even use,
A collection of every Smiths' record,
A yellow bird that I would call Jules,
I'm not sure,
I could do with a bottle of Perrier right now,
Oh and my own house
Right by the sea.
I don't care about the order
I just know
That right on the top
It would have
you.


F.Z.N

I look out at the light
red filling in my eyes
with Indica rising
I look like I
Am a textbook stoner
preparing for the test
by reading all the answers
there is no question left
except the meaning of life
which I might well express
except again, I thought up
another good question
again I realize that I
don't know for sure where my pipe is.

It's about this big. Like between the size of an index finger and a *****.
I know that's vague because I didn't specify yours or mine
--But my ***** is twenty inches long
and a device that long would probably be a water pipe.

(I don't want to get arrested)
Obama's listening, oh
and I don't own one, oh
seriously, did you see where I put that ******* thing?

What is sanity?The only time my head is rational is when the smoke floats out through my parted lips,placing me into another realm.When the pipe is gone I'm thrown into a world of chaos and worry.A world where I'm too scared to take a step out my front door.I guess not all of us are cut out to be normal.

I attempted to
ensnare my darkest desires
with the help of dreamcatchers.

Filter out all those
recycled thoughts to unveil
a pipe dream that is just mine.