Stoned poetry below this line.

I fire it up,
my trip begins.
I inhale, inhale,
the water is storming, smoke taking form.
I release my finger, no time to linger, I hit the smoke.
I pass it around.

Holding my breath,
Holding it.
I stare into the vast abyss of the corridor.
Thoroughfare, exhale.
I found the Holy Grail.
I see everything in cadmium yellow pale.

I remember the bubbles, I go for doubles.
Smoke, fumes of fancy,
Its too fast or slow, I just don’t know.
I release my finger, no time to linger, I summon the magical smoke.

Holding my breath,
Holding it.Exhale,
I convulse with bursts of laughter,
Weed shaking me on the Richter scale.

Infatuating my mind I begin to flip,
Broken glass, jerking my head to see,
I see the Gin&Juice shattering.
I grin.

I’m riding dirty, but my mind tells me I’m straight.
I can’t feel the gears or the vibrations.
Did I shift right? I hit the brakes for no reason.
I’m wasted upstairs, I just wanna get home.

Its all blurry and blissful, I don’t remember 30 seconds before.
I don’t know how fast I went, but I see I’m back home in my bed.
Dayem!, I should neva drive when I’m stoned.
But I gotta admit, It felt like flying.

Blood shot eyes,
Vertigo head,
Vortex gurge,
Maelstrom…

#Once you wake up at 4am in the morning, Marijuana helps you write poems.

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