Gone are the "Days of Marijuana"
of colors gone wrong with warmth and texture
and perfectly interlocking intertwining sounds despite

Paranoia is now a product of
The realities of our government and our religions
Noise harsher and sites much more grotesque

The cat geriatric now
Howling for food when fed
Dragging its shit every where

Judgment honed like dissertation data
America over-romanticized like pre-masturbatory pornography
The maxing of credit limits becomes
The last great act of patriotism

Yet for a simple tweak of art
Joy is there for harvest
One last salve for the spirit before we die again