Posts Tagged ‘cone’

Dank

Posted: April 25, 2017 in poetry
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I think this weed

Is dank indeed

I said to Captain Cone-head

I don’t need

Coke or smack or speed

As long as I have this dank weed

And I will never go to seed

Captain Cone-head pulled his cone

And muttered something snappy

I said I’d be so happy

To have a shitload of this weed

So that I could be high indeed

And wear sunglasses like lou reed’s

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Have you ever lost your bearings in a rainbow?

Have you ever misplaced your ostrich in a field of poppies?

Have you ever mishandled your affections in the presence of a beautiful woman?

Have you ever troubled the bean counters and abacus heads with your illegal transactions?

Have you ever bothered with the trinkets of consumer hallucinations?

Have you ever been beaten senseless for being who you are?

Have you ever triumphed over your suffering and drank the ambrosia of settled satisfaction?

Have you ever stumbled down city streets with your paranoia pounding?

Have you ever whipped yourself into a frenzy of cabalistic indulgence?

Have you ever drowned in a sea of whisky with your heart full of love?

Have you ever crucified your ego and left it hanging in a vortex of loneliness?

Have you ever multiplied through infinite stars and sprinkled stardust over the universe?

Have you ever transcended thought with feelings of mutual embarrassment?

Have you ever had a cone of most excellent cannabis buds?

Have you then farted and coughed at the same time?

We smoke cannabis

Posted: December 20, 2016 in poetry
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We smoke cannabis

It’s so good for us

Pull another cone

And get really stoned

Have a shot of smack

And get really wacked

Do some LSD

Then some ecstacy

Please stay off the ice

It’s not very nice

I like doing drugs

Sometimes I see bugs

Tripping out my head

I will soon be dead

abstract

Frenzy my dances of sexual excitement
Desperate glances in harlequin bars
Scoring the grain of the marrow of living
Strife torn between hell and houses of lout
Mollusc enthusiasm for disparate causes
Tremendous doings and beings of bone
Chop up mojumbo and pack me a cone
Purple my pants down from eating air
Never complacency never confusion
Always extruding mutated illusion
Plasticine being the stuff of our insect
I saw you breathing between tie-dyed seconds
I caught you laughing in pelican phrases
I felt what you contemplated by the train tracks
Knew you were happening coped with conversion
Bent your cacophony inside a moonbeam
I was the one who grocked all your cadenzas
I was the one to rachet your mind-meld
I was the one who believed you were real
I was the one who embraced how you feel

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Teenage kicks and hooligan hijinks
Drunken vandalism
Graffiti thrashed on walls

Sitck it
In your arm
Draw a bubble of blood

Don’t break
Your fragile bones
When stumbling

Mobile phones
Hypnotize masses
Like Dynamo

Shit stains in underpants
Time to do the washing

Erotic psycho-frenzy
Pants down for action

Gorgeous ass
Wobbles
Like a jelly melon

Your porcelain smile
Escalates me
For the moment

Light that cone
Inhale smoke
Cough

some pass cars
some make passes
I pass gas

Cigarettes like time
Thoughts like conversation
Tranquility

Half a point of ice and twenty milligrams of morphine
Is a pleasing combination
Stick it in your arm it will do you no harm
There’s nothing like that moment
When the blood squirts into the syringe and I know I’ve hit the vein
Then I push down the plunger
A hurricane candy rush shoots up my veins and into my brain
Sweet tingling all over my body
Feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time
Sinking into the opiate mind-bath while buzzing from the speed
Chemical kicks in the succulent moon-light
Pharmacological fun-times on a Friday afternoon
Let it rush over me
Let it rush through me
Then it’s time for a cone
Warm fuzzy marijuana mind-blur breaks over my consciousness
And the cocktail is complete

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So deranged and kind of strange
So hard to try to rearrange
Bent and twisted out of place
Always I am off my face
When I’m aching in the wind
The bind that twists the bind that cuts
I’ve never felt quite so alive
Until I saw your midnight smile
Maybe we can wait a while
Now you’re gone from dropping pills
You cut yourself off from all who knew you
Never woke from sleep
And died alone
While I try to rearrange
The vampires that bend my brain
Into some sort of order
Take stock of my paranoia
Call my very indulgent employer
Stare out into infinite space
I will never know my place
Like you in death I am alone
I think I’ll have another cone