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A Poem that Leaves Me with Questions of Punctuation–Caution: Drug references

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I waked and baked and I

blazed brains all day,

slowly sucking smoke off this

big, fat crunchy nug

that a buddy from the bar

gave me, and I

had to smoke it out of a

homemade tin foil pipe because I

threw all my other pipes away

last time I quit pulling on trees, and I


hid inside, inside, inside…

inside the house from the rain

inside the head from the world

on which the rain fell.

I turned on the tunes and

picked up the pen.

I played some lazy day Beatles and some

lazier day Jack Johnson.

I played some Ramones so I wouldn’t

take things too seriously

and some Paul Simon so I wouldn’t

take them too lightly either.


And I played with the pen,

trying to find out

how infinite a mind can become

when it has got

26 letters to work with

and rhythm and meter

and wave and ray

and tone and note

and start and—

pause and




And pun and alliteration,

attribution and personification.


Questions of whether or not to rhyme

and of whether or not

the words deserve the time

I put into them.

Questions of how syllables align

in an algebraic sense

of what is proportional and

if this be this,

then what be that?

questions of whether or not

to break

a line

or to take

a breath,

questions of when to end.


This is one I’ve shied away from sharing because of the drug references. Still, I was looking for something that I like well enough to share, and this fit that criteria. It isn’t like I’m shying away from my spotty past, after all. So, here it is. It dates back to at least the early 2000s, and it might go back to the last century. So, here it is; I hope you find something valuable here. Be well, my dear friends.

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