How much farther
can I go
into myself?
Going deeper and deeper,
I have worked myself
into a drenched, breathless mess.
Meanwhile, a bowl of rice
has been waiting for me
for quite some time.
The grains of rice
are calling out to me:
Put your faith in us, bastard.
We are the ones
who will lead you
to the footprints
of a ganja smoker,
swimming
in the blood
of jasmine flowers.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
“Sorry Aunt, I made a mistake,
It wasn’t you it was uncle Jake.
I must admit I’m a little high,
I cannot walk but I can fly.
I’m with my ganja friends, we’re all blotto.
Here’s Bob Marley, he says “Hello”.
They’re in a rush coz they are late
Any time now they’ll close the Pearly Gate.”
Collaboration poem: last two stanzas are mine.
(2nd Place in Charles Messina's The Stoner Collaboration Poetry Contest)
Welcome to Ganja Den,
The home of legal weed.
This herbal sesation,
Flowered from magic seed.
Rolled or in Gandalf's pipe,
Your trip will soon begin.
A journey that you'll love,
Alone or with a friend.
Heavenly aromas,
Waft up your grateful nose.
It's making your head spin,
And tingling your toes.
Now turn on some music,
Grab your favorite snacks.
Nobody will bust you,
So kick back and chillax.
Grandma’s aches affected her sleep;
She often made the help weep.
But at least she was regal -
Until pot was made legal.
She ditched Big Pharma
And moved to California
Now she takes pot
For every ailment she’s got
Indica for sciatica
CBD oil for inner turmoil
On sativa she’s a diva;
says it helps her creativity –
now she’s writing poetry
Free of arthritis and bursitis
Her new mood delights us
Always totally mellow
No longer acid to any fellow
She’ll take a toke
From any bloke
And always wants to munch -
All day long it’s brunch
Her perm’s turned to dreads
Only weed in her flowerbeds
Gone are her pearls and wool suits
- Pasta Prego is in cahoots
When she walks through their door
The waiters give a roar
"Mangia mangia Granny Ganja!"
Still – she’s much nicer than before
Four walls one couch
Four bros one pound
Dense smoke in this house
Light stoners start passing out
While real stoners laugh
Then roll more loud
Literally we're in a cloud
My thoughts end up in lost and found
If you got some cash
You can get some hash
If you got some cash
you'll smoke some dank
Demented thoughts; I want more weed.
Please, oh please, give me what I need.
I'm the Queen, I'm a strange B ITCH
I know it sounds crazy, but I AM the GANJA WITCH!
They locked me in the asylum, but I run the place.
All the patients here are my seeds, even though this is a nut case.
I'm always shaking, I'm kinda of have a twitch.
but everyone in here calls me the GANJA WITCH.
I'm flying, but my feet are still on the floor.
I'm so damn high but I need more.
The Ganj Man and I are like Leo and Stitch
But DO NOT be mistaken, I AM the GANJA WITCH
I'm high in the sky, I'm smoking dank and singing REALLY loud
The Ganja Man is always telling me how I make him so Proud.
I'm just kidding, I know can't sing, I can't keep pitch
But it doesn't even matter because I'm the GANJA WITCH
G for God -
G for ganja!
G for good -
G for ganja!
G for great -
G for ganja!
G for gold -
G for ganja!
I wonder
What a stanza!
You've got me doing all of these things,
when everything is filled with pain.
I smoke more because I want to overdose.
I feel not fit anymore to live this life.
I'm so messed up because of you.
My death will only be a satisfaction to you.
I am your destruction.
Those words you'd said,
already said before.
Make me cry at night,
scream as my heart breaks a new.
Real life calls but im stuck in misery.
Always hiding my scars,
like a jailer pulling on his bars.
My fragile suicide would be too bitter for me now.
I wish violence, death, resolution.
Ganja me now, Drink me to death.
Until I'm nothing left,
With every intake of smoke,
with every exhaled breath,
I dissappear a little more inside.
Goodbye!
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