BLOGGING / WRITERS WAY / A RHYME ?!

its thirteen years 

since i decided stoned
to write a poem a day 

until i die or dont

& i havent died 

& i mostly do
weekends off

some weekdays too

& typing up the meat weather
& the cracked prism shine

i showed me i was more 

than a sponge for wine

& tho i write enough 

to post something daily
my blog is tired 

& needs a redux badly

& sober now

as a coffin nail

i have evolved i think

from the cocktail wail

& it keeps me honest 

like they say
this discipline

this writers way

& like Bad Clay

i now have books aired

so very many thanks

to the publishers who dared

THAT WAS YOUTH MY FRIEND

remember
being
super stoned
&
it making your feet

 so very
  incredibly
   outrageously
    comfortable ?

    tucked in under roiled sheets
    slid into shop-fresh socks

~

well that was youth my friend

its medicine now
for the pain & the weirdness
for its own freehold paranoia

say hello to fear 
in the bathrooms
hasty home clinic

held still by worrys
own slick clammy paw

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