Grass Stories

I lit the J between my lips and sucked its smoke deep into my fifty-year-old lungs. I held my breath and let it coat me inside. I sucked in more air to expand them further; to expose more tissue to the smoke. The deep recesses expand and then extract what they can before I blow the cleansed smoke out my nose. I never let my weed simply leave my mouth. No sense letting good shit escape into the air. I didn’t know the chick...

Moved to Colorado the other day, Told the wife I needed to get away.I guess she didn't think that I'd be gone long,Since all I packed was underwear and a bong.The decision to move was easy to make,In fact, it was a piece of cake.Ten long years with that naggin' bitch,I definitely knew it was time for a switch.One day I just realized that I had enough,So I grabbed a bag, and packed my stuff,Didn't even bother to say 'Goodb...

I lie back in thegrass wekeep long forthe butterflies.watching theclouds scudding across the skyfeeling the tall stalksswaying inthe windRemembering when I was achild runningbare leggeddown a grassyslope,falling and grazing my kneeswith greenblood of thegrass embeddedin my skin.An ant crawlsinto my ear.A blade ofgrass ticklesmy face;the only placethat I can feelIf I couldonly turn andtaste the sweetjuicy stem again.Now I...