I’m a moody stoner who began to write through the pain. Welcome to this tangle of thorns.

I Know Why Artists Smoke (Working Title)

I watch the smoke float carelessly away

As though the dark sky

Was where it belonged

The dim light politely nodding it bye

I’m suddenly reminded

That I, too, will fade away

But I can forget

In between breaths

Whimsy and Other Drugs

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