Roll me one,
That ground leaf powder
Effusion of mind, emotion gas
Disorientation
Unmask my real face
Then calm thoughts, then laser focus
Studding my half-lidded gaze with lit spiked stars
Glazed eyes, woke mind
Levitating right above the dark cloudy storms
That are fogging up inside my
Skull.
Roll it real tight,
The stinging inhalations will not
Make me stop
Disembodied
Eating smoke
I have to save face
Or they will think I can't
Puff highs with the best.
Roll it just so,
It will spin around the tips of our fingers like
An impressive coin trick
Hand to hand
Brotherhood of the "elevation meditation"
Dry-tongued
And I will suck with puckered lips
And I will not cough.
Roll it just so it can last,
I will be hypnotised by the tiny red embers
Glowing red to "stop"
At least that's what I think
As I try to winnow my thoughts clear past all the clattering voices in my mind
And jump, hop, skip to catch a hold on the next high of elusive smoke.
About the Creator
Jijo Osman
Eclectic alien dressed as a human female. Just researching on humans...as you were!
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