why asphalt exists

July 22, 2012 at 5:08 pm (creative writing, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, humor, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: "mystery", addiction, alarm, asphalt, coffee, commune, creative writing, culture, drug free zone, free verse, ganja, humor, insomnia, life, maryjane, meth, poem, poetry, random, sign, smoke, weed, Writing

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