I’m staring at the glass watching every grain of sand fill up the time,

tick tock tick tock this marijuana glaze is sure giving me the beady eyed haze,

I’d be a liar if I told you I knew the answer to everything

my mind takes off in a hurry and I’m left with paranoid phrases to worry about

every time I take a toke blow marijuana smoke is to get permanently starry

my intuition gets harry and I’m staring at my brain looping around like a caged canary

mind jumbled mary jane gives me the static to magnetize my creativity

enough dope and worries move past me into another cosmos

one minute I’m nerve racked the next I catch a overnight flight to Espana

flirting with all the ladies that enjoy bilingual delight

scoring and pouring wine until my cherub cheeks change a pale physique

I’m on my grandmother’s porch listening to archaic insight

a bottle of Fanta fizzling my insides

next in Granada looking at the Alhambra located at the foot of the Sierra Nevadas, magnetized by its transcendence time marking my own irrelevance

I travel watching the sunset hoping to chase the burning embers into the horizon like Poseidon

permitting the soul to release its fury on psychedelic paragraphs

I mix applications switch up starting rotations waiting to see the aftermath

lost in the infinite expanse of time pace my mind drops a rhyme or two as I sit and drink a cold brew, it’s time to hit up something new a world unseen something to get me out of my suburban routine release myself from corporate captivity

belt buckled presence felt I change gears and reel in the heartfelt

seven years young dad died cried contemplating suicide,

I immersed myself in literary appetite

distracting myself from the pain I gained creative insight spending the nights fantasizing on people’s lives,

tennis distracted, I hit balls to keep myself away from social realities,

blowing up the college scene switched off the solitary

marijuana helped me become friendly

soon saw prose as a necessity writing impeccably professors praised my intuition

had a condition for writing heart felt renditions

I kept myself to the beat of the mission steering the wheel taking heed of all impositions

it wasn’t always written without imperfect submissions yet it always had the probity of refined taste caffeine

Multifaceted opinion constant contention life’s a roundabout election,

twists turns everything churns out the same,

nothing but caffeinated cyborgs instructed how to aim

living in a world of technology we’ve forgotten what human interaction was meant to be,

confrontations lacking the limitations of a computer screen

cuffed to the couch glued to the phone we are slaves to the mechanical industry

bit by bit humanity is losing their integrity to materiality

edging the universe closer and closer to catastrophe, blinded by the pursuit of high society, discarding morality for selfish mentality reality’s converted into chaotic insanity dictated by globalized depravity,

craving artificial popularity life revolves around individual strategy