While Drinking Scotch
-9: 46 August 6,2011
'Poetry is one's telling of experience through perception'
Haha my notebook was on the step-
In the stock room, upstairs, in my homeless bag...
Jack, did you lose
At four twenty six near the shores of sober?
Well I haven't had a kiss
Since two years this
Haha where the hell's my notebook?
Oh, over on the step, useless as a metaphor
Ode to Chester Weed
This most certainly is Chester weed
Quite a shaky batch indeed
Four fifths stems and seeds
However, there enough to meet my need
Nice and cheap, I've no money
Hustlers are always funny
They know all about five for twenty
Yes all the trees brown in Chester
No they won't be getting any better
But you'll take them to a summons letter
And being down by the river relieves this humid weather
Originally I planned this poem a sonnet
But couldn't think of any words, god darn it
Then I took my Chester weed and got high on it