Grass Smoke

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.