Two fingers of Sweet Sour Mash
Two ice cubes in a short glass
Smokin small tokes from
My last chunk of hash
Punching up the playlist
Punching it up to WOW
In the mood to relive, retell
Some blasts from my checkered past
The here and now fades
A fog rolls in from my earliest edges
My feet begin their tap
My fingers begin to type
I shut my eyes remembering
Sleepy eyed LSD memories
I hoped would awaken
My mescaline infused soul
“Good times, bad times”
“I never know for sure”
Rockin Blues were the tunes
shuffle your feet, juke joint funkin
Superslab shit kicking Cotton Eye Joe
Blasting loud and proud from my radio
Passing through the where
To nail down the when
I continue to write
Hoping my strolls down tired lanes
My moments of misspent youth
Will find my deepest darkest truths
Not the memories I usually carry
Pointing out just rose colored views
Two more fingers of that sweet sour mash.
Close my eyes and open my mind
My head can’t hold it all
I need some relief, a respite of sorts
Or more of that tasty sativa green
Finally, the rushes begin to roll
Traveling finger to finger, nose to toe.
My hair stands on end, I raise my paws.
Butt dancin in my chair
The music washes over me
The music humbles me
As my past
Comes back to life
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