NOT THAT LONG AGO…

I would want to go out & drown myself in
An ocean of booze,
A pacific sized glass to quench my
Almighty thirst, but those daze
Have gone so now I’ll just sit
Here smoking the ubiquitous
Whilst drinking this fruity little red.


 
THE HASH IS A-BUZZING

We got back to the old-skool
Hash wagon the other week
& it’s felt great.  The mellow
Sweet little buzz that has me
A-buzzing with a cool tranquility
That’s been missing of late
After my confidence took a
Bit of a battering.  But now, as
I sit here & smoke & write
This little poem I can slowly
Feel that sweet little confidence
Tapping on my shoulder as it
Whispers ‘hey, I’m back’ in
My calmed & chilled-out mind.