Smoke Poem by Heather FlowersForhan
Smoke
thick, acrid, and psychedelic:
an emergence is felt,
butterflies tickling the brain
its pull magnetic
while under the influence.
The paper burns, the pipe smolders:
A deep, audible exhale
Pulls one down, drifting as in a dream
A rush creates paranoia and pandemonium,
Swirling tendrils blanketed in ash
Dazed and inebriated.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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