An Ode to a Joint
By seannelson
Mon, 01 Dec 2008
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Standing in a damp, unlit field
back to the road
I fire you up
Tonight, it's special
just feels right:
cool, ya know
Guess I was reeling from the alienage
just forgot the sociality of it all,
not that there's anything "sacred" about you:
just mota, weed, bread
but then potatoes are sacred
when they're what sustains you, ya know
And you hit right away on cue
just what I needed just now:
the world turns bizzare and inspired
my grizzled confidence is restored
my life is one spaced-out launch toward...
?immortality?
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I like 'alienage' (nice
I like 'alienage' (nice neologism) and 'the world turns bizarre'.
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