On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Mellow moments…

A peaceful companion

I find in myself.

Today’s woes are slipping away.

Smoke drifts through the air.

A forgotten warm beer.

Mary-Jane takes her place,

centre stage.

 

 

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Counting my blessings…

images (5)Sometimes I get so busy with life,

That I forget to actually live as well..

A bag of white lies…

The thrill isn’t thrilling.

I’m not feeling a buzz.

I’m sick of you trying to rip me off.

I hate the shit that surrounds you – the people aren’t real.

I can tell you’ve been cut, and you won’t ever heal.

Your murderers should be shot.

I hate what people will do for you.

They’ll do it for me, but because of you too.

I like monkey shadows,  and the noise in my ear,

the pole dancing pig with her laugh that I hear…

Down deep in my heart, the truth I do know,

I need a small break, but I  don’t want to let go…images (6)

Bloody Mary.

I delicately roll my smoke.  I’m in a calm mood tonight.  

 My feelings are still hurt,  but I feel peaceful and light .     

Puff, puff, blow. . .

Mary  always has time for me.  

The coat Mary wears tonight is new.

 It’s furry and thick with the loveliest dark purple flecks, and that fabulous new coat smell.

“Mary Mary quite contrary. . .”

“Believe it or not I’m walking on air ….”

My random thoughts-of-everything start to hum to the tune of various songs ,

and my thoughts-of-nothing begin doing fancy “Nightfever” moves behind my eyes.

Mary looks into my eyes again,   and my mouth goes dry from her stare. . .

  *It’s now an hour (ish) later –  I’ve been struck dumb!Image

Bloody Mary got me good and proper this time!!  🙂

Goodnight.

Mary-Jane.

It’s the end of my day,  I need to relax. . .   I roll myself a smoke & disappear out to my porch-swing.   The moon is full & stars are out in full force – shining like the beloved memories of loved ones, high above the earth.   I light my smoke & have a deep drag on it, blowing it out again, watching the smoke drift towards heaven.  Another drag, & then another. . .   Oh yes, the stress’s from my day are fading away.   I’m smiling over random thoughts that make no sense at all.   I stretch & yawn.  I’ve had enough of my smoke now, it’s time to go back inside & curl up so I can think my peaceful, mellow thoughts alone.   My eyes will close soon, allowing my mind to open up to the worldImage of the sleeping thinkers.