OLD HABITS CHANGE

The drinking has changed of late as
My body struggles with the hangovers
& my mind struggles with the idea of
Even drinking in a bar so now, with
Little else to do, I sit at home doing
A combo of the cheapest red vino
& the always ubiquitous smoke that
Just about keeps me sane & not
Wishing any harm be done to this
Life that, seems of late, to be getting
Back to something like a normal I can
Get used to even without the thought
Of going out & getting drunk in a bar.

 
MORNING JOY

That first morning of real weed after 100 days
Of despair is something to delight as
Finally my mind can rewind,
Relax and
Tune out to a frequency I have missed,
One that fucks with a cool retaliation to your
Boring normality and takes me back to
A place I used to live but which I now
Only occasionally visit.


STONED

I’m stoned, that’s for sure
& why the hell shouldn’t
I be, when it’s just another
day in this stoned out life,
In our stoned out town &
I don’t ever see it changing
Not here, not now, maybe
Not even in this lifetime.