Long Smoke free Poems

Everyday I used to wake up and need weed, 
and I mean agonizingly ache tensing as I seek
consuming my mind, just one goal to achieve 
nothing but this everyday on repeat 

once I succeed I'd...

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Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey

Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling 
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries, 

via GPS devices with weather proof inlay, 
nor without the...

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Twenty-nine years ago my heart gave up on me 
Just sixteen days following my fiftieth birthday, 
attacked like a ton of bricks, suddenly, on a 
Sunday evening, toward the close of the day. 

A heavy...

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No rain so far,
nor stormy weather.
It's late July on a
quite afternoon.

A canopy of blue, and bright
Sun light is shining through.
An oasis of white with pockets
of grey and open sky, the kind    ...

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The Eighties Edge

Life today is nothing but “No” “No.”
“No this”, “No that” wherever you may go.
The sign says, "This campus is smoke free."
Who owns the very sky and air we breathe?
Consider things around back in...

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I once had a lover who was a smoker
I told him I really wish he’d quit
The smell alone was quite a choker
And his clothes were full of it
I knew he was addicted and afflicted 
So...

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I decided to do it all on my own for myself
Before long I was bouncing off the walls
Cursing the person that came up with such a thing
Praying the dizzy feelings would end soon

My brain is...

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