Rolling and Smoking

Cutting the cigar in half to gut it

Left with just some paper and leaf

Breaking the buds into tiny bits of weed

Resting on the edge of the cigar paper

Breathing on the leaf to make the process quicker

Lift and pull down pushing the weed together

Rolling it up gently keeping it compound

Licking over the leaf as I wrap it around

Moving the lighter over what is now a blunt

Rapidly in order to dry it up

Light it, bright red is what the end becomes

Inhale deep and let it rest in your lungs

Exhale softly letting the smoke run

Release from your mouth and nose all at once

Taking on its own shape in a clouded flow

Live as reality begins to slow

Feel the music pulse through your soul

Take another pull and let everything else go

Step into a world between worlds

Hunger begins to attack your brain

The high begins to escalate

How you want to feel begins to take shape

Happiness, laughter, relaxed, horny, alive

Continue to smoke, fulfill what you desire

Hurry you may only have a few hours

Before your high begins to fade

When reality claims it place