asphalt exists to provide poison ivy free pathways under overhanging tree branches
walking on yellow stripes right down the center
fresh cup of black coffee in hand
on a quest to satisfy nose incited curiosity
southward: asphalt rises to the top of the hill at 3:37 am
mystery solved: sprawling house’s fireplace
smoking chimney shares maryjane with moon and stars
parting gift to neighbors from
tiny commune of pale-faced young women with groggy babies and string skinny men
quietly packing getaway trucks and cars
wondering how massive weed fog will affect ozone readings at dawn
northward: travelling past passionate oriental lilies courting cooler currents
to corner’s new bare bones plywood sign with the same message as previous white-painted incarnation:
“Got you on camera. You better hope cops find you before I do.”
wondering if sign painter’s smoke detector alarm will sound
arrival of giant floating ganja cloud
as a nonsmoking street-walking insomniac and recovering caffeine addict I am nonplussed
yet bemused that no calls have been made from this ”drug free zone”
demanding the arrest of the dope seeping inside every window open to the summer night
headlights dark the commune’s convoy coasts downhill near silent past
ever friendly as usual, waving greetings and goodbyes at once
unlike the zombie brained meth-makers who go out with window shaking BANGS! instead of whispering weeds
om mani padme hum jewel in the lotus wahupa qi prana universal life energy
slpmartin said,
July 22, 2012 at 6:14 pm
What an intriguing poem and scene created in these lines…enjoyed reading it.
47whitebuffalo said,
July 23, 2012 at 2:14 pm
Hi Charles. Sometimes the world around us just offers up more than we can imagine.
kolembo said,
July 23, 2012 at 11:31 am
Glorious…enjoyed this alot…ranging, bleeding out everywhere, creating a whole place for me to be in. Very nice.
47whitebuffalo said,
July 23, 2012 at 2:16 pm
Well hello kolembo! Welcome to my blogcasa. Glad you enjoyed the “whole place”. Is that a Donnie Darko profile you’re sporting or another sort of ‘bunny’?
Barbara Rodgers said,
July 24, 2012 at 5:55 pm
The things we discover when we embark on a curious quest! I love the poetic words you have chosen…
47whitebuffalo said,
August 10, 2012 at 6:02 pm
You got that right, Barbara! Just noticing what’s happening on a single usually quiet residential street at night can be quite an adventure! Thank you for your kind words.
Marylin Warner said,
August 13, 2012 at 10:08 pm
You have an amazing way with ideas and words– “on a quest to satisfy nose incited curiosity”–well done!