smoking cannabis sativa
with a mexican mocha
that dispels the fog of night
smoking cannabis sativa
with its bright green color
and many crystals sparkling
in kitchen half-light
smoking cannabis sativa
with the same brother
I once travelled
the grassy mountains of Montana,
and walked Custer and Crazy Horse's battle-field
smoking cannabis sativa
with scarred, perserverant hope
in my heart
smoking cannabis sativa
with lungs forever weakened
by childhood pneumonia
smoking cannabis sativa
reading books
and eating pita bread
smoking cannabis sativa
under the green desert hills
of Ashland, Oregon
surrounded by progressive minds,
upscale houses
and artistic restaurants
smoking the cannabis sativa
Americans risk prison for
smoking cannabis sativa
in my mom's house
by the space-race technology
known as "the microwave,"
and the government spawned innovation
called the internet
smoking cannabis sativa
under the sunny blue,
chilly mid-day sky
smoking cannabis sativa,
not enough to go crazy
(or dead-beat lazy)
but enough to get high
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 8, 2011 - 11:18
Hi seannelson,
wow! this is a brilliant poem. It brought back
memories of the 60s and 70s for me.
Though I hope you are okay and keeping well.
Take care.
Jenny.
Highhat | February 8, 2011 - 16:16
Well I suppose a moderate consumption is excusable.
;)Pia
nannabot | February 13, 2011 - 02:20
Indulging in Bifta's is fine, so long as you keep your feet on the ground and not use it as an excuse to escape reality. Remembering that 'what goes up, must come down. This rule applies to most recreational drugs, including and maybe especially Alcohol. The clue is in the word, recreational.
xxxxxxxfrom Nannabot.
nannabot | February 13, 2011 - 02:21
Indulging in Bifta's is fine, so long as you keep your feet on the ground and not use it as an excuse to escape reality. Remembering that 'what goes up, must come down. This rule applies to most recreational drugs, including and maybe especially Alcohol. The clue is in the word, recreational.
xxxxxxxfrom Nannabot.
nannabot | February 13, 2011 - 02:28
Whooopes, soz about the mistake, but I've just had a joint. He-he. xxxx Nannabot.
Highhat | February 13, 2011 - 11:17
;D super nannabot but no excuse- LOL
nannabot | February 13, 2011 - 12:14
Just joshing Hihghat. I left all that sort of thing way back in the 60s along with my bee-hive hair, minnie skirts and tree hugging. It was an interesting experience though. However, I did draw the line at burning my bra. LoL and laughs from Nannabot. xxxxx
Highhat | February 13, 2011 - 12:56
Funny how we left it all behind. Not everything though- fortunately ;) I didn't wear a bra- that was very Women's Lib. Ha ha LOL ;D I still like to hug a tree or whistle to a black bird