Weed Green Reefer Mary Jane Wacky Tobaccy Bubonic chronic, the ganja Left-handed cigs, Devil’s lettuce This, my dear readers, is golden-green Fibonacci poetry on marijuana And for what it is …
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A Jung Mandala
cycles, circles, all together center star splashes outward colors carnal, bright and muted twisting, intricate honeysuckle-vine undulant waves of writhing, rolling stripes and strings tangled snakes of varying hues, hieroglyphics …
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There is a time to grieve.. and there is a time for blossom There is a time to die.. so you can be reborn There is a time to lose.. …
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It’s a Grey Area
I was born from the womb of time. Stars clotted and splashed, staining the bedsheets with ruby moonbeams. Her tears of pain baptised me with joy. They talk of the …
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Sleep Paralysis
I’ve befriended the strange man that at night sits on the end of my bed when I sleep. I used to think that he wore death as a cape, but …
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Poetry Compilation
Children I am terrified of children especially the pudgy ones who waddle through life eating hot dogs, toast, and glue, neglecting their mother tongue in favor of Buzzfeed and Spongebob. …
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Elusive Beauty
As the river cascades into darkness, Canyons long abandoned begin to crumble, Dust scatters towards oblivion, And the earth decays, The last remnants of life Drift away in the breeze. …
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Left Behind
The orchard smells green and swollen. White apple blossoms scatter in the dirt, sown like someone’s sin lost and bloomed too soon. Silence bathes the canaries in tangerine light, casts …