It’s fantastic to grasp
Indeed, it is a known fact
That time passes
And it’s passing by quick
Faster than the speed of sound
It’s moving supersonic
Gravity can not
Captivate me
To this ground
So I inhale deep hits
Of trainwreck exotic
Exhaling indica chronic
Soon escaping angst
That leaves me neurotic
Yet, l linger on this topic
Laughing , thinking it’s strange
How things are so ironic
Like right now
How I can barely see
What it is I’m writing down
My eyelids look like slits
Lately I’m devilish again
For the hell of it
Finding no method
In my madness
Sanity’s adrift
Slowing time
No rhyme or reason
no serendipity for
The sins I’ll commit
tempted by lure
I was only human
Illicit drugs hugged me
consumed by
indica chronica
I was stoned worse
than a biblical whore
Poetry
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