i like weed
but it's been a long old time since I've been high
i never tried anything more potent
more illegal
wish i had
i just took 2 benedryl
that itchy tickle in my throat is quenched
and my eyes are a little better
if half closed
stinking ragweed
(not the same as the innocuous goldenrod)
so here i am talking to myself
all warm and sleepy and a little stupid
writing stupid poems with lowercases
that i'll hate tomorrow
drug
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Ahh, poor Manna.
At least you'll sleep well.
The above poem's not so very good, but why don't you just let your mind drift and jot down thoughts.
If something good comes, you can add structure tomorrow.
At least you'll sleep well.
The above poem's not so very good, but why don't you just let your mind drift and jot down thoughts.
If something good comes, you can add structure tomorrow.
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i know it's a bad non-poem. i think i just wanted some attention, and i remembered from toddlerhood that whining is an effective way to get it. thanks cate.
ok letting my mind go.
noah comes to mind. not the arc guy, but the red head from my teen years. he often comes to mind when i think abotu drugs. so does jason, which brings along morgan and ariel and B, his sisters.
B one time asked a fellow five year old if he would marry her and he peed his pants in response.
Ariel is an untapped talent who still builds blanket forts. Morgan drastically changes paths every few years. college led to circus led to disappearing with a man led to forgetting me led to horse farm led to shovels. jason. oh jason. fat jason, thin jason. jason with his faggy hair cut. jason walking home with his first bag of weed, an addict before he ever smoked. jason in the hospital, jason with red clay. jason and my sister. jason disregarding his dad to find his father. jason the sea monster. jason calling chris a christian. jason not answering the door. jason lighting my sock fuzz and saying, "smells like enya." jason chasing the cat. jason like a gigantic pear riding a bike. jason's tongue in my mouth. jason trying to hide his booze and breaking a bottle and swearing fuck fuck fuck. jason taking or not taking medication. jason tasting a rock at the halfway house.
jason came to visit a few years ago, after all that other stuff. this was the last time i saw him, but i don't mean to imply that he's dead or anything. in fact, i just got word that he's doing ok, and is even able to visit his children. when he came in, he took off his shoes and smiled. but you learn not to trust anything when someone is capable of changing without warning. we sat in the living room and made as much small talk as possible in about an hour, then he left.
ok letting my mind go.
noah comes to mind. not the arc guy, but the red head from my teen years. he often comes to mind when i think abotu drugs. so does jason, which brings along morgan and ariel and B, his sisters.
B one time asked a fellow five year old if he would marry her and he peed his pants in response.
Ariel is an untapped talent who still builds blanket forts. Morgan drastically changes paths every few years. college led to circus led to disappearing with a man led to forgetting me led to horse farm led to shovels. jason. oh jason. fat jason, thin jason. jason with his faggy hair cut. jason walking home with his first bag of weed, an addict before he ever smoked. jason in the hospital, jason with red clay. jason and my sister. jason disregarding his dad to find his father. jason the sea monster. jason calling chris a christian. jason not answering the door. jason lighting my sock fuzz and saying, "smells like enya." jason chasing the cat. jason like a gigantic pear riding a bike. jason's tongue in my mouth. jason trying to hide his booze and breaking a bottle and swearing fuck fuck fuck. jason taking or not taking medication. jason tasting a rock at the halfway house.
jason came to visit a few years ago, after all that other stuff. this was the last time i saw him, but i don't mean to imply that he's dead or anything. in fact, i just got word that he's doing ok, and is even able to visit his children. when he came in, he took off his shoes and smiled. but you learn not to trust anything when someone is capable of changing without warning. we sat in the living room and made as much small talk as possible in about an hour, then he left.
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That's hilarious. Love at 5 is pretty powerful stuff, I'm sure a little pee didn't dissuade her.B one time asked a fellow five year old if he would marry her and he peed his pants in response.
Well then... It sucks not to feel good. Thats not at all fair. I promise you'll feel better later. we like you, we love you, we want you to feel not snotty. Not as much as your hubby wants you to be unmucusy, but still. Rag weed is terrible, if I see any I will stop it to the ground. (well maybe not really - it makes me oozey too, but you get my sentiment)i think i just wanted some attention, and i remembered from toddlerhood that whining is an effective way to get it.
You deserve a nice warm blanket, a soft squeechy pillow, your favourite bad for you food, but no wine - because then you'll really be feeling it.
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yeah, maybe an innocuous poem, but it is amusing and sweet and one senses
a distinctive voice beginning to emerge.
and there's nothing wrong with lower case in poetry.
cheers
a distinctive voice beginning to emerge.
and there's nothing wrong with lower case in poetry.

cheers
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My favourite poem is l/c with no punctuation. It is musical and tender and I tear up religiously every time I read it
('anyone lived in a pretty how town'
by e e cummings.)
You all probably know the poem and more about e e than I do, but anyway there's my comment re. lower case for the evening. And a lovely, gentle evening it is, in Vancouver. Sunny and warm, with just a hint of breeze in the leaves. Between the evening and the poem, I'm feeling quite mushy.
('anyone lived in a pretty how town'
by e e cummings.)
You all probably know the poem and more about e e than I do, but anyway there's my comment re. lower case for the evening. And a lovely, gentle evening it is, in Vancouver. Sunny and warm, with just a hint of breeze in the leaves. Between the evening and the poem, I'm feeling quite mushy.
