You know I

seep in sleep

induced by a

leaf’s strength.

Maybe I’ll be a

lowly phantom.

As I inhale I

ride tandem.

You me same,

I feel the dawn.

Let’s drift off in

great beyond.

Swear a word

not I am clear.

Pain now I call

to dissapear.

Room quake,

as I here bake.

Something real,

not so fake.

Kiss me not I

want to numb

not under a

dainty thumb.

Maybe I’ll say

goodbye sense,

let the things I

let commence.

Let’s ride your

fancies vehicle

heals me from

life’s sick sickle.

I give up let me

breathe, seethe,

and sing while

we smoke sanity.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. Susi Bocks says:

    I so wish it were legal in KS. :/

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    1. I was talking about cigarettes. 😉 Lmao. One day, when we are gone, things will get more and more progressive and open-minded. A stigma’s a bitch. Especially in regards to things that actually help people with epilepsy. Especially children. Do they mean to tell us something that brings comfort to a child who is suffering is bad? What wrongs will we commit? Eating all the candy in the candy aisle? It is all one big joke. One day Susi it will be in KS.

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      1. Susi Bocks says:

        One can dream 😊

        Liked by 1 person

    1. Glad you liked it. 😊

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  2. Geri Lawhon says:

    Great poem about smoking. Thank you for posting it.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for reading! It can be a visceral thing describing addiction. But it actually helps me face my issues and I can only do it one step at a time. Thank you again!

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