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Mary Jane

by Manas Moksha

Mary Jane and I
spend many cool evenings
sitting around a
candle and an ashtray
with wine and beer
She has fertilized my soul
with a splattering of grandiosity
like pigeon droppings
opaque with anxious ramblings

Mary has sprouted roots in hard earth
and sent her stems and perspiring leaves
in spirals reaching high
and coloring my landscape with a jungle
that resembles a late night crayon drawing

I consider her family now and
the laughter she brings all of us is
almost as potent as the stream of
consciousness that seems to writhe
around her when we smoke and drink


Author's Note: mmmm...our consciousness screams to be open and set free to the cosmos....in the right context and change nurtures our desire to experience what it is like to be alive. :) --Dr. Vago

Posted on 08/02/2006
Copyright © 2020 Manas Moksha

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/02/06 at 08:19 PM

I like the slightly rambling nature of this piece - fits the subject to a T. Nice write.

Posted by Gail Wolper on 06/30/13 at 08:33 PM

A very nice ode to smoking pot. Well done!

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