What Smoking Pot Is Really Like

No angry drug dealers wielding guns,
no DEA propaganda bullshit,
no death, terror, or addiction,
But eating snow by a swingset
with a warming Lilin feather glow,
the ground between samsara and nirvana.
Spiraling and spinning melodies
while you’re lost in revelry,
eating Communion garlic bread
and talking about '90s videogames.
Reading Ginsberg and talking about politics
and graphomaniacally writing quotes from Thoreau all over the sidewalk.