No Wonder
At the darkest moment in life after too many
Fantasies, that faithful Friday night, I sat there
Wondering and wondering... The thoughts on
And on till it bored a swollen impetuous reason.
No wonder they say puff puff pass, till this day
I know the truths... puff puff pass yet I did the
Puffing without ceasing, taking the smoke in, in
No outing, That moment being a pleasant dash
Then later the meditation got rinsed awry, lungs
Swelling at discomfort, inspiring not at ease, in
And in the air chocking... It was till then I learnt
The sour truths. Breathing heavily in, out and out
No wonder they say puff puff pass, till this day
I know the truths... it was that moment when you
Think of being immortal and the pain with not any
Seize, Breathing heavily at discontent in, out too
The concentration of the dope now in nouns outs
Blared portals in scruples... Escapism was it that ?
I escaped to this land of mysterious philosophy O
That fail my conscience and posted wiles and vile
Still on pain of death, swollen lungs from the puffs
Strokes in turns puffing in no outing, That crafted
Sentimental sensations of unending laughter, from
The guts came both laughs and pain, Nyaope stings
I was amid sensations that of rinsed pleasures and
Pain that pierced and pierced bit by bit on all mine
Air sacks like stings of an agitated swam of bee, taking
In the drug was without any pain assurance, it was fun.
No wonder then became my poetry to burst out mine
Guts, and swollen nous, If not to teach then take it for
Art. Mine phase to hast done in this painful moment
I wonder when they did said puff and pass all it meant.
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2018
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