On my granddaughter’s video, I see the back
of her laptop. The inspiration for this senryu
comes from one of the stickers labeled “Pothead.”
carafe of coffee
on top of sleepy shoulders -
she pours out a nod
3/13/2023
Weed's looking little
Bit like Little Italy
In a petri dish
In shack lab belonging to
Hermit who lives underground.
I have had one sanctuary
to protect me from the wild,
she is a lone wolf,
majestic her style.
She said walk like a god,
so my goddess will find me,
my shining north star,
when I am lost out at sea.
You are my mother,
that status is yours,
love without stipulation,
since the days of all fours.
So to this I impart,
to beloved matriarch,
a bit of my soul
manifested in art.
A sardonic variety
our relation can be,
when I say I'm with friends,
I bring doubt and worry.
And rightfully so,
for you see through my guise,
in my blood shot,
laid back
and satisfied eyes.
The problem with change
is it elicits disdain,
I am flawed
I am maturing,
but you'll be okay.
I am your son,
not your baby,
this you must comprehend,
but that never means
that our kinship will end.
For you are my mother,
your pride in me glows,
from my dizzying heights,
to my miserable lows.
No more I can say,
It’s a fruitless endeavor,
my appreciation for you,
will last forever.
So allow me to conclude,
on one final note,
and utter these words,
before they are never spoke.
You'll worry about me,
its what all mothers do,
I understand your sacrifices
and I love you too.
Pothead
Stoned like a rock
Blazed like a fire
Baked like a cookie
Faded like a photo
Buzzed like a bee
Toasted like bread
Wasted like an alcoholic
Hammered like a nail
Oh I could go on
One of the saddest things in life
People throwing themselves Away
Just to get high like a private jet
Who knows
Maybe one day, smart people
Like me
Will be as rare as Manatees
Self labeled Pothead
Sittin on the curb
smoking my herb
A menace to society
a deviant to the propriety
sittin calm cool n collected
while my car is illegally inspected
if found, as little as a seed
I get hit with possession of weed
I could do more time
For possession of a dime
Than someone caught on tape
And convicted of rape
A world of injustices and im caught in between
Cant toke my pipe in fear of being seen
Who has the right to choose for me
Im gonna smoke my herb! just let me be
We are no longer a minority
Infact we may have majority
So let it be known
Theres nothing like home grown
You too have a choice
Let the world hear your voice
I will continue to hit this joint
Just to prove my point!
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