HIGH

I light a blunt
And watch the stars fall.
The sky is pretty
And the trees weave
Slow through the air.
Lawd, I am hallucinating,
No! I am more than this.

I am the moon idling
On the prow of a ship.
I am the kiss of sand,
A grain each on each wave
Of sea and seaweed.
I am a man, broken and limp,
Open and in need.
Yes I am a man.

The sky seem open,
Wide with life.
Are her planets and stars
not breathing like you and I?
Slowly I reignite my motion
And seek relief
In a bucket of water.

Let me see your face
One more time before
I drown in the sleep of death.
Sing me a lullaby, if you can
Or let me rest in this bliss,
The ease of high
Slipping through my bones.

I roll another blunt
And squeeze the tip.
My eyes are red and lazy
But I still see the moon.
Lol I still see the moon.
men... I am high.

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I am high.

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©warpedpoetic, April, 2019.