High

I was high.

High

Crush, crumbled & rolled.

A little less perfect,

but still it was a divine cone.

Holding it between his lips,

he blazed up the head.

Inhaled with his eyes closed,

he exhaled out his despair.

Author's Note

What you think?

Reviews

[Taz]

I think this is awesome! Definitely one of the most discreetly emotional poems I have ever read! Well penned!