XX.
Leaving
the Wasteland.
The blissful wasteland
finally brings me back.
I now must awaken to lungs
turning black.
Now I wonder if I’ve had
enough
while my lungs hack, wheeze,
and also cough.
I could quit but I don’t
wanna.
I love to smoke my Marijuana.
Without it I’ll lose my
inner view.
My wasteland travels will be
through.
Its not that I can’t travel
without.
It’s not what these journeys
are about.
But I’ve never traveled
without her.
She’s been in all my art for
sure.
Like a perfect woman who
lives for you
Mary comforts and won’t
argue.
I want her with me through
all of this.
Together always in wasteland
bliss.
The camel journey reached
its goal
and Mary’s friendship takes
its toll.
It’s hard to smoke her every
day
but her wisdom helps on the
way.
I’ve lived without and also
stayed sane
but life changes from bliss
into the mundane.
She’s in all works of my
hand.
Without Mary I’ll be leaving
the wasteland.