A pungent cloud
Swirls ‘round my head.
While the bowl
Glows deep orange-red.
This cannabis
Has set the mood.
So, now I go
in search of food.
I stumble down
A shifting hall,
And stop to fix
A leaning wall.
My knees are gone,
They’ve disappeared
My mind is numb.
I think I’m smeared.
So, loaded down
With food I’ve swiped,
I settle down
To hit the pipe.
I flick the flame
And take a hit,
Choke, and hack,
That’s real good shit!
My aches and pains
Just float away.
A lovely way
To end the day.
By: Harold
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Submission Name: Blazin’ Daze End
