You were my addiction
ran through my system
thick like sweet medicine
you made my head spin
my daily addiction
to my nonfiction affliction
a daily prediction
I miss your sugary smoke
and the race of my pulse
your calm and mellow mood
anxiety soothed
that mad smooth shit
that makes your troubles forget
I used to buzz in my get high
my mind would fly
city night sky
I would stay zooted twisted blitzed and blasted
now from weed long days I’ve fasted
My mind ran too fast with thought speed
so I had to heed
but I still feel this need for my weed
but for me to succeed the smoke I need to leave
I remember long get highs
that lasted from 9 to 5
Many times a day I would smoke toke and joke
But now my mental illness it provokes
I put my chalice down
and my smoky head crown
But I still long for that sticky green bud
My lover gets high every day while I try to look away
The frustration of my situation
sometimes I don’t even think about the smoke
Other days I wish to blow rings at the breeze the addiction seized
No longer self medicated
pupils dilated
a meditative creative state
where nothing a moment can wait
Every idea is phenomenally great
the manic mania I can no longer take
So I say goodbye to my high and day-by-day I get by
By DubbleX

DubbleX has been writing & playing music his entire life. He has been published by several magazines. DubbleX teaches special education and writes & plays music to stay sane. DubbleX thanks Joy Leftow for her support, for inspiring him artistically, and for consistently encouraging him to stay on his grind and for being his publicist.
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