the best
and the most natural
intimate female I’ve ever met
a Yin for my Yang
like a tea of Ginseng ‘Tart of Tang’
remembering my first resinous intimacy
tasting your sweet wet Punani so fresh and so green
sprung dumb
stuck inside your musty funk trunk
converting to Bud-ism
worshipping your jizm
slanted eyed 21st century monk
meditating underneath your tree of tranquility
you’ve responded by dropping seeds forgiving
growing nebulous inside of me
was a lotus
drifting peacefully
against the grain of strife
cutting it off like knife to a butter
putting stress to rest in its proper place in the gutter
so I’m dedicating this letter fresh from your cipher
rolling phatter scrolls for higher souls who smoke reefer
know how to flow deeper and roll
holding sessions all night long
as I roll another one ready
to match another one for now or later Bud-dy
hence the second resin-rection was UFO abduction communion
for you’re an alien with 3rd eye beaming from planet Venus
invading my home
probing my dome like penis
intravenous catheter stuck to my resinous grey matter
speaking in mathematical universal tongue
implanted wisdom through epiphanies in a bong
zoning out all night long informing
revealing my kingdom soon to become an immaculate scene
mentally accurate
my head’s an oval shaped water-bong multi-tubular
part-id
by peculiar synchronized smoking throngs
of ill-zealous citizens
simply called talking heads
for I’m truly blessed by your essence of all things sticky and green
helping out third world economy invisibly
as I cuddle you with my digits
rolling you like a midget
not too tight though
so we might breathe our sucking lips
everyday and every night
‘cus I need space inhaling your essence in my lungs
holding your spirits for so long
I’m choking along
eternity
possessing my mortal soul as I’m blowing
‘cus you control the time flow that grows seconds
like minutes on many microwave ovens you be cooking with
when my stir-fried eyes slant like wooden chopsticks held thirty degrees
for you’re my flow-resin light-green skinned Chinese Rasta
pretty red-haired lady catering dreadlocked
to my grubby needs
with many sweet recipes
of love
which I casually label them all ……. Munchies!
especially those fresh brownies ……. Jah-velin !
like I’m traveling
trail mix -ing
unlike your ugly sell-fish uncaring gold-digging high-maintaining Beverly ill-billy distant white cousins
those trifling fiends …… dope n coke!
and some how
now
speaking of fiends
I’m finding
I’m fiending for smoke
so
on a note
of conclusion
to this already lengthy dedication I’ve wrote thus far
underneath our
sun
the moon
and the countless zillion stars
puffing on 40 hits
it’s like counting on 40 sheep heads
metaphorically
jumping on my bed
like kids
heavy on my eye lids
soon
I’ll be falling
a
sleep …… good naughty ……
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Poetry
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