The Perfect High

The Perfect High There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy… He was nothin’ like me or you, ’cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar…sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin […]

Stream Of Consciousness

It’s February Fifth, I wouldn’t mind drinking a fifth. Downing shots, smoking J’s, Be in the position to say what’s on my mind When the time’s right, In that gap of conversation — All over the nation people are yearning for a purpose. It almost seems like the shoe is always on the other foot. […]