i smoke a lot of weed

it's true. got salvia
growin in the flower
bed-unraised, defined by loose
bricks installed by a laid
back teen, according to my stoner
"plan", mainly involving a tight, indefinite
budget, rudimentary knowlege of periennials
annuals and their differences,  and a love
for the little white weedy daisies that spring
up unbidden, unplanted each march
blooming all the way through summer,
when cut. the salvia was an impulse
purchase, home depot special,two
varieties, purple and red. the colors
may be auspicious or they may have
no effect at all on any shamanic rites and or rituals
that may or may not be
performed using said plant. i wouldn't
know about that my limited
experience with the drug gave different readings
each time, only one of which, in retrospect
clues me into some mystical connection
with the left hand flow of current. on a  plastic
shelf at the back of my porche (imagine
if you will, the e with a french accent because here in the park
we like to put on the put on, like target is tarjay and they
have new spring designs for the windcatchers and holiday
flags that everyone needs this season)  a single sunflower
seed has opened, also a lone lonely maryjane,
but the cosmos are doing well. i think basil
is coming up and also morning glory. also. morning.
glory, her blue is royal. flush me with an ether feather.


but enough of gardening, growing, the cycle of another life.
let me get out to one that's not mine. how hubristic he says
but i could name that tune in five paragraphs or less.
then what's the point? she says all are not created equal.
ein apologia for the noble, the ones who rise
 scum  to the sun at the top of the puddle
seventh ave and palm, striving for the top
in those few hours between downfall
and liftoff.  the slumdog scoops it up
takes it home to daddy. dandy.
i understand oh brother mine i have
been to the one sided mountain.











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other people's lives




i can't decide if he's genuine
or a scammer. carnie food on the buy, he treats me
to hotdog and soda, says i gotta machine
i want to show you.
why me?
you look like a smart man you don't need
to be out here in the parkin lot selling
glass to people who don't need it.
i've heard this before. but it's a service and i tell him so.
you like serving , you like helpin people out?
i nod. cuz i do. that's why i was such a good flight
attendant, and why i'm selling the service now.
how'd you like to sell a product that's a service to all humanity?
does it have anything to do with porn?
no
cuz that's the money maker you know, porn.
no.
this isn't about money. or sex. it's about saving technology
for future generations after the oil runs out.
not that story again.
listen, facts are facts. you want your kids livin
in a mad max world, that's on you. you dont wanna even look?
then he shows me this black box that's not plugged into
anything. turns it on and it runs. no batteries.
connects a lamp to it, then a blender. makes some daquiris
got the strawberries from the booth on the midway, all the while
this thing's runnin the radio, and i'm thinkin so what i
don't even have kids.