Tag: 420
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Play Chasing
Fuck clout I’m cloud chasing Blazing tendrils mind erasing My wisps willed eclipse thinking My willow wand a thunderstick Hit the pipe like an Indian Smoking cheesy until ancestors peeping No tomorrow, just one day repeating Zooting all evening, mind slowly booting Creeping up the teepee Visions of Injuns weeping Nosferatu Joe Hill Whip parked…
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Lighter flick
Leaning my paper horn into wheel-roused light Night-dispelling Djeep lighter Like a rhino moth self-immolating, singeing sins I creep higher How many recessions I sessioned through Sticking skins throughout the pandemic, trying to give lungs helmet The words surprise my vision but a fissure betwixt, thick vincula My pungent stick like Stephen’s Mullingar ashplant ferries…
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LORDOFTHETINGS
Must be back home Never been higher than I was in the Shire Behind Maggot’s byre we set a joint afire I’m sent, more tree than Ent Smoking it down to the end Bilblowback Bongins, monged out with elves Never took L’s in the misty mountain dells Ganjdalf is the one who sells Must be…
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Keef Pipe
I scrape Keef dust out the rim with a red Bic pen lid My heart rhythm is an angst drum with jazz rhythm Arrhythmia in five four collision Wreck of Hesperus shoulder off M6 Twenty third exit, alight for River Styx I ground the bricks to finer bits Keef is all the dust from it…
Alchemisland 