A sprig or mint by the wayward brook;
A nibble of birch in the wood;
A summer day and love and a book,
And I wouldn't be king if I could.
John Vance Cheney
~
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Smoked out
Smoke ribbons under lamp light
Dance and drag coiling skirts
Behind a cherry orbit
***
Love is like a joint
It can't stay in one hand for long.
So take a few tokes
And pass it to the person closest to your left rib.
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