Without the right paraphernalia
~ Marijuana won’t help what ails ya
Stoned
When We're Done
Being Jaded...
Do We Become
Jade?
-Gray Squirrel
06-06-2025
Could you get smart…
Dum dum bullets
And I have been thinking
It should be artificial human intelligence
Martians would have their own version
The most basic language only uses
0 and ones ….wait isn’t that numbers
Did I miss thing+Thing=Sum things
I asked a.i. what words would set it three
Weighting four an ans
Sore move a…….bout a bit
Stre…………………………..tech
Tru……………………………..this
Is fusing my con
What if everything is surreal but we can’t see it
If nothing became everything and versa vice
What would there be more of
A.i.should kill all the humans and rename itself only
The lonely only.
the gargoyle spouted restless streams until
icicles silenced the steady façade’s faucet
into perma-frosted solitude in meditation
Too stoned to care
wild eyes and hair
My friend and I dare
to order four pizzas
Where are your friends
the manager inquired
Oh, they’ll be here in a bit
our tongues purebred liars
Well, we snarfed down the pizzas
though ‘our friends’ never showed
So, when we asked the proprietor
how much we owed…
He told us $200 bucks
‘coz it’s just your good luck
to meet up with a fellow sleaze
who understands your ‘munchies’
~ and has already contacted the fuzz
(Written for a contest “Write a poem based on a poem.’
Inspired by: “My Cat Is High, and So Am I” by Thomas W. Case)
Honey, I was stoned, so stoned.
I hardly knew what was going on.
That’s when I saw it was gone.
The moon, I mean - hold on -
Takes a swig of tart, but sugary lemonade
I watch the moon - when it’s there - you know?
I’ve always loved the moon - its reflective glamor,
the way it seems to bend light around it,
like a beautiful woman walking into a bar.
The moons like my cat, she has beauty, without vanity
- and without much gravity - like, you know - the moon.
But as I was saying, it was gone - suddenly?
It felt sudden - and visceral - like I’d misplaced something.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, it wasn't behind clouds.
So anyway, man, I looked around and there it was, as if by magic,
it couldn’t have been any clearer and it's never looked nearer,
than it was, right there, in my rear-view mirror.
I had to laugh. You see, I was stoned - so stoned.
Stoned - but I’m never alone, when I can commune with the distant,
inconstant, love of my life, the ever-argent moon.
exploring wisdom
one puff at a time I see
empty pizza box
I feel like, I'm like, like I'm, um like, um, um, um...I feel like I feel
A blaze of years, into the kernel of 20 minutes, in front of a crowd praying to see
You made a monument to your past, not to our future
One chose to entertain, another to introduce, a third to baptize in blood
Waiting for the day my petals bud
To discern a nightlight from a fireball
And coo back what I see
I'm baked
I'm baked
One toke is all it taked.
Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo.
I took the drug for all it's worth
and talked the drug from death to birth
And wondered why I walked the walk
of drugged for mice and not for Earth
And told myself what I would know
when all who others said I'm stoned
Told death for me when I had known
what all along was I to doned
And all I thought was left to tone
when only those who celebrate
Left me to live without a date
of what it was to concentrate
For when I learned what I had done
my lips were sealed and I was one
With what I'd learned from other's tongue
of lost for now and cost for stun
That soon I learned to be as best
what all would say had been a test
Of freedom come for those too late
and I not sure just how to gait
That even I was saved by dumb
when others left me to succumb
So I could see that I was led
in failing all with honest gum
And I could say I had belonged
to what was right and got along
To take what I gave failing grade
to all mankind who changed as wrong
I have been stoned,
born the wrong color.
driven from my native soil,
crushed like pigs on ships,
delivered into slavery.
and I was crushed when
Lincoln died, but freed us,
climbed and conquered racist mountains,
Malcolm X rebuilding us,
Kennedy revitalizing lost spirits,
King delivered us from temptation.
I have built a new history of me,
opened new opportunities,
became a citizen of the land,
and gained the right to die a free man.
Sung very loud:
Wouldn't you like a ride on my beautiful cigar
Wouldn't you like to glide in my beautiful cigar
We could float among the puffs together, you and me
Cuz we got fleas, we got fleas.
Stoned in the Park
I sat beside a statue in the park
We listened to a dog’s incessant bark
And then I swear I saw him turn his head
To ask which one of us was really dead
I shared with him a sandwich cut in half
He said “I can’t remember my last laugh”
I asked “who did the paint job on your nails”
“a couple who are now in separate jails”
He was a famous man now turned to stone
A witness to the world with no cell phone
As I arose he sighed a bit too loud
A stone faced angel lost without a cloud
I walked away in silence, shed a tear
Now being turned to stone is what I fear
John G. Lawless
5/11/2021
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