looking to the hills through cannabis eyes
its shrouded face unveiled to see
dreams in realized retirement
in Taichung City by the river
senses anesthetized, set free
with a dollar hobos can roll a joint
smoke like vaporized expats entrenched
hermetically sealed from locality
staring into space over the river gap
with stupid mushroom eyes laughing back
too late to saddle and ride the sky
too much weight for butterflies
the river coursing through my veins
streaming my conscious thought of train
bursting my bubble of smokey flame
through legalized insurgence
swiped tickets along the journey
on the mode of transportation
better a pipe passed sociably
than steeped in dust, held in gravity
when i am back to myself
and the world no longer rotates around my dream
i will retrace the steps passed the temptress
resist the aroma of a long forgotten pizza
that triggers flashbacks of dependence
March 18, 2019
Copyright © 2019 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved.
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