Old Stuff

I used to get so high
                    (we did)
If I could get high
               like that again
O, how well I could write
     lines and phrases
     juxtapositions
that were as
               mindbendingly flexible
               as the yoga master’s torso
A minor chuckle
would last for five minutes.
               Did we smoke more then?
               Was the stuff better?
               Did we not worry as much
                    about money or jobs?
Maybe all that,
          maybe none.
Or maybe the creator
has always known about grass
            & finally said,
               OK, I’ll give them a millon
               brain cells for grass.
But once they go through those,
that’s it.