weed in the 70s smelled like transgression
dark sour funk aroma
the smoke snaked upwards and around
in my friend's brother's bedroom
steve miller band
white stratocaster sound
pete stood up
his head above the boxes
like a cream-colored gumball
i was afraid for him
would he ever return
from wherever he was
weed in the 1980s already more furtive
wire fence dead leaves
jesuit high school parking lot
("i don't wanna be an eddie
it's a waste of time")
smelled like aggression
like flight from family madness
in front of the oriental theater
rocky horror picture show
the wind from the lake chased the weed smoke
down the street
like it was a villain
i don't know if people smoked weed in the 1990s
well there was that one time that the tamburitza player
convinced me to try weed and dark beer together
bliss and then panic
the expansive lawns along the great lake
sparse clouds above
like tossed gunpowder crackling
in the 2000s weed smelled like
the final puff at the end of time
like fear and rage
it smelled like life lived
with a hot plate and a water bottle
either that or you join the army
for the meals and the money
and you do things in the east
that no amount of weed will obliterate
from your mind
in the 2010s weed is comestible
gone the fungal dank odor
it's efficient round sweet and spongy
foil pouches plastic wrappers
getting through days chewing weed
watching dogs leap in the park
run around the grove in the sunshine
in the 2020s the weed from the house next door
smells like dread
something brewed
by fierce metallic birds
like a void in the web of the time
the pale smoke
the architecture
of the last prayer spoken by the last person
on a drifting vessel
become now a ghost ship
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