by (Linda) Leavers   Jun 3, 2019

‘Roid rage,
hulk smash,
whatever it looks like.

Weed doesn’t really relax me.
It gets me
out my head,
and into creativity,
it makes me move everything.

Distracting from the fact
my life is lived in lists.

The illusion of freedom is close enough.

My hysterectomy is this month,
yes, I’mfinebutanyway

Within the aorta
lives the screams of the poison
I try to counteract with
Klonopin, cannabis,

Heavy metal headbanging moshpits
set up coke fueled all-nighters.

I don’t need coffee in the morning
unless I wanna DIE

but it’s cool.
I’ma be cool.


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  • 10 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Linda, it feels like forever since you posted here. Anyway, I love this and will nominate it later when I have some votes back.

    All the best

    • 10 months ago

      by (Linda) Leavers

      Wow what a warm welcome and thank you Ben. I missed this community very much!