A funny thing happened on the way to reality
I found myself in the midst of severe brutality
The sun was shining but life was lost
I reached for another sniff, puff, smoke or toke
Not weighing the cost
The words I dispensed flowed like honeysuckle wine
Poetry, even in this hell, became all mine
Thank you for the life of escape you’ve given me
As I write this life to victory
Together in time beyond the concept of possibility
We are bound to be free in poetic reality …
Intoxicated
