Long Reefer Poems
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Where would I be without all my cups of coffee?
Mired in a funk, completely at sea
In fact, I can tell you I would hardly be me
At least not the 'me' that you normally see
I'd be really mean without my dose of caffeine
The crankiest crank the world's ever seen
Why, I'd shout and I'd yell; I'd shout and I'd scream
At those whom I love, the loudest, it seems
I'd take credit for doing what I didn't do
At the slightest offense, I'd try to sue you
For all that you're worth, you stupid, dumb fool
As I cackle the cackle of the wickedest shrew
All this for lack of coffee, the drug I prefer
~ Without which, to reefer I might have to defer
¦¦¦ masks and metamorphoses of ¦¦¦¦¦ Native Son
¦¦¦
¦¦¦ icy evil ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ravished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ into madness
trapped ¦¦¦ in violence of a punished self
struggling to break free.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
he fled his name, became the quarry of
his own obsessed pursuit.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ swinging those chicks
in the hot rose and reefer glow.
His injured childhood bullied him.
He skirmished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ cannibal flowers of the American Dream--
but could not hurt the enemy
powered against him there.
(Blackout of El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (Malcolm X) by Robert Hayden)
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm standing here."
"Can't you read? It says no loitering!"
"I'm not loitering, I'm standing."
"Standing is loitering!"
"Can I sit on the ground then?"
"No! Get out of here!"
"Can I finish the hardboiled egg I bought in the Mart first?"
"No, f*ck you, that didn't buy rent for a place to stand!"
"Why are you so mean?"
"Why are you still loitering!"
"Wait, wait, let me check the dictionary on my i-phone. Hmm. It says here 'Loitering: To travel indolently and with frequent pauses.' Okay then, I won't loiter, I'll just stand here."
"Wait yourself! I've got an i-phone too. Hey! That wasn't the only meaning. It says, 'Loitering, to stand idly without apparent purpose.' So there! Skiddaddle!"
"But I do have a purpose, a major purpose."
"What purpose is that?"
"Soon as you walk away I'm gonna smoke a reefer. Maybe a crackpipe. Maybe mainline some horse, haven't decided. Pretty big purpose if you ask me!"
"You can't do drugs here."
"I'm not doing drugs."
"You said you were going to!"
"You said I needed a purpose to stand here. I guess my purpose could be to chuck rocks through the windows."
"I'm calling the cops!"
"You do that. I'll tell them you've had your pecker hanging out this whole time."
The canvas- propped blank on the tripod
The artist- flicked tunes on his iPod
The acrylics- were blended
The paint brush- apprehended
The self-portrait- was nearly finished
The man- in the piece real distinguished
The signature- bold
The piece- to be sold
The neighbours- came first for the viewing
The locals- arrived and yahooing
The press- much reported
The world-prints imported
The painter-had flaunted
The muscles-Supported
The apprentice- flexed at his teacher, laughing at his procedure
Tennis balls- hit the ground, peas were then found also along with a reefer.
Beyond the Wire
another day in country
we shuffled out beyond the wire
our platoon’s mission
search and destroy
the air was hot and humid
like a sauna with no relief
the jungle closed in on us
wrapping us in a green cloak
blocking out the sun
Johnson, on point, was
out in front probing
for the enemy
hoping the day
would end peacefully
we spread out
lessoning our chances
of becoming an easy target
our heavy packs weighed on us
as we humped twenty klicks
without a break
our jungle fatigues
failed to wick sweat away
from our bodies leaving
us feeling as though
a monsoon had soaked us
we reached the village
and began searching each hootch carefully
ripping up flooring looking
for the hidden enemy
when we had finished searching
we pulled our Zippos from
our pockets and lit
the dry straw that served as
the roof on each one
and watched as each one roared up
in flames like a Roman candle on July 4
our lieutenant signaled for us to
take a break and we sat among
the debris some smoking
cigarettes others smoking reefer
our day was a success
no one was
going home in a body bag
11/30/16
That girl is an over achiever
And avid reader
That girl is a real brainteaser
Yet a true pleaser
That girl had a golden retriever
And a house with multiple bird feeders
That girl yeah she's a high speeder
The music always coming out loud from the speaker
That girl follows her own procedure and not the leader
She's a good teacher
That girl is a talented weaver
And familiar with using beakers
That girl can cook off the meter
Perfect balance of being spicy or sweeter
That girl wasn't eager, she has a wise demeanor
And works where fields are greener
That girl is an excellent cleaner
And she has family that works for Stanley Steemer
That girl burns reefer
And she is quite the sleeper
That girl wears either
Flashy shoes or sneakers
That girl lives by a lot of trees that are cedar
And wild creatures
That girl likes coffee with creamer
And she is not a picky eater
That girl is more than a dreamer
She does it in person whether or not you believe her
That girl can have a heart colder than a freezer
If you ever try to deceive her
That girl I've met and seen her
That girl she a keeper
That girl is more nimble than a ballerina
And more athletic than Venus or Serena
She doesn't rely on having to need a
Visa
She's a diva
Mama Mia!
She can sing as beautiful as aaliyah
Know's how to cook a pizza and damn good fajita
Familiar with herbs and spices including paprika
It's like eureka!
By: Dalton Ogletree
A Drink of Let Go
Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun
I can't let go
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on instantaneously
To each others soul
Maybe she can help Maybe setup my life
Maybe I can live again and always do whats right
But I am really living in someone else's dream
Iam seen praying to a human replicator
Praying not to be changed
Serving mischief
Marinated reefer
Wrapped up and traded for gunpowder
The money man
Final wish
Shark food
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st *****Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can reefer as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)...
A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you about erstwhile things
About Cause and "Affect" and what it all brings
It started with punishment and led to abuse
Stomped, punched, and kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different, oui, au contraire
There were many happy times, but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve
An escape so traumatic, you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, Knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still, being abused....now etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer, then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on "The Deuce"
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my Crack addiction
On a mission to " Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years, retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential
But, through all this in prison, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
But, remember I told you about Cause and Affect?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There were many times I thought, my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused and kicked crack....and you can kick too
it hurt so much that she prised out the molar in despair
with a corner post missing pain oozed from wounded flesh
one cavity exchanged for another but rawness lay bare
she tried painkillers and sedatives then settled for hash
anguish hampered her feelings and she tore at her heart
until emotional turmoil pulsated in oblivion and voids
took a few more puffs from the reefer to make a start
to clean up her act but failed and reached out for opioids
dazed in a haze it appeared to work well for a short while
she pickaxed her mind and attempted to extract the root
of disorientation sorrow and evil but her mind remained vile
confused and drugged the remedy’s effects stayed rather moot
alcohol uppers and downers magic mushrooms and cocaine
followed her on the devastating road to full blown compulsion
whatever she tried she spread bedlam and became more insane
threw the drugs in the loo and looked back in fearful repulsion
21st September 2020