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Bowl Stash II

Lukin639Lukin639 Posts: 72
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I love to smoke it... but I hate when it is gone


When I first load the chamber with fresh green
I think of a day in future not yet seen

A month has gone by now time to open the pipe
I'm smiling as I know my stash is no doubt ripe

Sticky brown texture and strong resin smell
the bowl is overly full sure to treat me well

The way it crackles and pops as it is burnt by the flame
the buzz it produces nothing is quite the same

I exhale the smoke a thick white cloud
cough a little then I think out loud

"I need to plan for days down the road"
so again the stash chamber I will load
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Comments

  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Did I miss Bowl Stash I somewhere down the line. Must have smoked too much myself. This put a smile on my face in a good way.
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Never mind. I found BSI and this is much more refined and refreshing.
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Ms. ProgressiveMs. Progressive Posts: 600
    Damn Lukin639, you have mad rhymes...:)
  • moses562moses562 Posts: 1,382
    "Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no dope"
    - Freewheelin' Frank
    "A man has the right to be as big as he feels it in him to be." Ken Kesey
  • Lukin639Lukin639 Posts: 72
    Thanks for all the feedback. Though, I have regretfully decided that Bowl Stash poems are so 'yesterday' for me. I feel the direction for me in the future is possibly Roach Weed Doobie peoms :)
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    All rights reserved..most rights reserved...no rights reserved...,2013.
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