“There seem to be matryoshkas everywhere,”
She said through tawdry teeth with bated breath
I chortled like a hawker at the fair
As if I was a simile for death
“Matryoshkas know who chooses to believe,”
She brushed aside my laughter-bathed-in-guilt
I said the damned matryoshkas could deceive
Because that’s just the way that they were built
“They’re built like little gods that come apart”
She whispered through her veil in puffs of blue
I wanted to believe, but had to fart
And thought I heard them call: “Coo, coo, ca-choo”
And so our worship turned to Russian Dolls
We see them everywhere in hallowed halls.
Posts Tagged ‘marijuana’
A Sonnet on the Effects of Smoking a Really Sharp Joint With Mrs. Robinson Playing Somewhere in the Background
Monday, January 6th, 2025Ode to Marijuana
Friday, January 3rd, 2025Life is a thin wisp of bluish gray smoke
Breathe it in deeply and hope you don’t choke
Wait for the visions from Mary or god
Life is the awe with which everyone’s awed
New strains of freedom are here to be found
Grind them and smoke them when no one’s around
Laugh if you like, but it isn’t a joke
Life is a thin wisp of bluish gray smoke
Born without blood, sometimes born without seed
Flowers can flower, and weeds, they can weed
Banned and accepted by fools and by kings
Sweet are the flavors sweet cannabis brings
Green is the valley and golden the sky
Search for the paths that can get you so high.