I loved getting high
in the woods amongst
trees and deserted bridges and
when the water level would rise,
I’d stand nude by my bathroom window
and smoke a spliffed bowl while
drinking the poisoned government water
and seeking avoidance.
The deal was never losing a buzz,
intriguing me for hours
with Cypress Hill and Tommy Chong
high as children flying kites, some say,
but I never felt strings attached
to my bed as I faded away more
every night.
