Poem:       


 Pray this marijuana
    will sing a little longer.
  I hope this toilet paper will
      spin will spindle
                will creep up up up
        I hope this marijuana will impress me until
  The comb is exquisitely
        expressed in dreams or in issue.
  I hope this valium will soothe
    the excitability of your colour.
    I hope this is a satchel of earth
      this is a satchel of 
        marijuana
          of pasta.
  I hope this is the lost heroin of 
                desire
         smoking by my bedtable.  I hope I am
        engulfed by the breakup.
        I hope this marijuana will sing    a little while
         longer.



[from the library of Da'Joint @ http://go.to/dajoint]