Saturday, March 10, 2012

In Cannabis Lunaticas


In Reefer there lies Madness, but, yea, In Vino Veritas
I wont ever get caught dead after going off red-faced and loud, just looking for a fight
I can’t Even imagine beating up on the wife, abusing my kids and kicking around our dog
Never curse, moan and stagger around the house in between bouts of bilious vomiting
Don’t wake up sick, weak, foul-smelling and depressed again on an otherwise fine morning

Sat very still in a calm silence, listening to the hum of the great wheel as we all spun round
Gave thanks for the peace I was granted, knowing well it was for just a few brief moments
Started to realize how short my life was and how carefully I should choose far fewer words
Almost got hurt once from laughing so hard and long with my friends that my stomach ached

Will not lose control of my truck and slam into innocent families, to roll over and over again
Would never have picked up a firearm and stumbled off into the night, gunning for something
Couldn’t dream of losing it all and blurting out slurred insults laced with filthy obscenities
Never had to apologize later in the burning shame of blindly and stupidly hurting those I love

Popped in ear buds and enjoyed the music as loud as I wanted, without spreading any noise
Could even see just how lucky I was, and always had been, and just sit giving off a little thanks
Calmed my heartbeat, lowered my blood pressure, slowed my breathing rate… And it was OK
Why, I even thought about ways I might try to make things a bit better, in some small way

Do not have to lurch around blind and crippled, breaking stuff and accumulating guilt
Hadn’t the need for pain relievers and sunglasses simply to be able to get out of bed
Did not awake to find I had spent a whole lot of money but without any idea on what
Wasn’t nastily surprised to find new dents in my cars and gross stains on my good clothes

Often spent unproductive hours quietly reading, fueled by an herb-enhanced imagination
Rejected their warlike drumbeats and staccato metal electric guitar strikes for simple acousticals
Was often overcome by a miraculous sense of the fleeting nature of my tiny, dumb-luck life
Took time to peer down into the finer details and see some more of their fractal connections

Never have to sleep it off in my car until I’m finally sobered up enough to weave on home
Don’t awaken hoarse and hungover from drunkenly screaming over some phony sports event
Can’t see dulling my senses, slowing my reflexes, losing my reason and calling it unwinding
Don’t want to destroy my brain, poison my liver and ruin my sleep patterns for no real reason

Sharpened my appetite, sparked my imagination and, yes, even thought outside the box
Listened to my body, calmed my thoughts, relaxed and took time to regroup and re-consider
Strove to slow things down just for a moment and put them in their places before moving on
Quietly relaxed and fell into a good sleep to awaken calmly and clearly on another lucky day

Wont be really starting to want more right when I should know I’ve already had too much
Don’t have to try and dull the pain and smother the memories only to make them both worse
Ain’t gonna suffer thru the guilt of blackouts, outbursts and useless losses of time and money
Will never again have that first thought be a promise to myself that This was the last time

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