“Toking With Friends on a Balmy Evening”
This chair, to rest on,
Where fountain bubbles,
Provides a place
To soothe our troubles.
We are weary.
The day was long.
Let’s shed our shoes;
Pull out the bong.
Harvest buds
From yonder bush.
Though home grown,
It’s bubba kush!
Friends will join us.
Around we’ll sit,
Circled up,
While we get lit.
We’ll wile this evening away,
But tomorrow is another day,
But tomorrow is another day.
“Syd7t5” https://syd7t5.wordpress.com/ posted a #napowrimo challenge to take a line from someone else’s poem and take it in a whole new direction. Here is my contribution to the literary universe…
“Stopped by Police on a Summer Evening”
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And all this struggle to stay awake
Is quite enough to make me weep.
How much coffee will it take
To give this drowsiness a shake.
Why’d I have to have that beer!
I just can’t give myself a break.
I’ve been driving for a year!
Why’s there not a bathroom near!
Damn! I really have to go.
But now I’ve something else to fear.
Whose lights those are I think I know,
God, I wonder what I’ll blow,
God, I wonder what I’ll blow.
High upon Mulberry’s head
Lives a fleeting fringe of red
Between the green and gold.
A scarlet harbinger of dread,
At least that’s what the Shaman said,
Before the bitter cold.
I think he meant it as a scold,
That even though we may be old,
We are far from dead.
Aroil in Pain 