Spiraling

Let’s dispense
With the pleasantries or pageantry
Of Dispensaries

(A line that stretches round like Studio 54)

Legalized by the vote
By vaping Veeps, aficionados who know
The proper bestest way
To down
To toke, reality is choking…

Coughing up a lung
“That means you’ll get a real good high”

Legalized
High
Demand
In this inequality
The sexual Age of
Toxic Environments
We are burning! While we laugh
At nothing, really
Digital age of e-spiraling
Tell me visions

What they want you to see. Whoa!
(Bill & Ted we’re not potheads btw
They were just Californiums
Surfer skater raised
Flower children having had children
Silicon serenity seeds…
Hippies making money / secret servicing
On your knees…)

Seeds like magic beans
Jack inside his box
Cruel summers subterfuge of (Rama lama)
Bananas

The Drama O Rama scope
Spirals

Hypnotic subliminally a go go
Suggestive minds made to want
Why not
Enjoy the go…
Product of your surroundings
“Selling drugs in America is the purest form of Capitalism”

So let’s dispense
With the chit chat / of cha-Ching! Blinging
Rings

We kiss and place a vow
With the finger we share and like
With metal iron wrapping
Tied to remind
The binds we promise to champion…

Stay true
If only for one Love
To hold
As it gets cold
With the sun that dies
And soon as ask / why?
No Light or Eye
Nor heavenly view of skylines
Nor life…

In the dark
The music aches to be held
We ghosts of cloves and Chepuli
Tendrils
The impending hollow
Night so full terrors / we cheer
Into celebrity
Fandoms of make believe
Puffing magic
Dragon
Cush…

Worship is love and it is lost
The mind is blind
Now that we pleasure our
Pain / stake /
Through the heart
How the lonely world now
Miss behaving hating
Preying on others
Still praying for the Love
Of the father
The lamb his son
Perhaps the sun
Will also
One day…

So drink it up
Adult drink / in the dumps
Since now that we’re legalized
But hide the stash
From prying peeping
Tom
Tells only lies.
Tiny though Tim
Runs amok on the streets
We grew up
Down
In the dumps…

It’s hell and it’s sweet
Now that bud is allowed
Take a hit from the bong
The world has quite
An uppercut

Punch
Drunk surroundings of human
Nature
We are products.

So let’s dispense
With the
Highs.

This feels like
We are
Gone

Spiraling ...

Let’s dispense.