Quitting Smoking

Gone are the days of waking
Just to cough up half a lung
Pre-cancerous tar submerging
To settle upon my tongue

For ticking well over a month now
I’ve put smoking darts to rest
The blunts have been tossed aside
Respiratory functions at it’s best

No longer is there wheezing
Or the atrocious chronic cough
That stuck by me for 8 years
It’s time to turn back the clock


Drunks are kinda annoying

local drunks
annoy me
they act like
fucking dicks

watching rugby
drinking beer
til they get off
their tits

chauvinistic pigs
who shout and scream
and spit

i’d like to find
a quiet place
with like-minds
far from this

it may well be
a smoking bar
or even
just my house

all I know is
that I would go
to the ends
of the earth
to avoid these
fucking jerks

Stoned crock pot disaster

The crock pot exploded into thick

Shards of porcelain, cracking perfectly

Around the curcumfrence. Spitting

Hot, sticky, gooey, slimey stew

All over the stove, burning black

Immediately filling my apartment

With a different flavor of smoke

Than usual.


So no, it should not have been

Removed from its proper home

To be cooked on an element, but

The crock-of-shit crock pot simmered

Away for hours with no end in sight.

I had no choice but to compromise,

It’s nearing 11pm, you must understand.

I’ve the impatient munchies and 

Now the crock has no pot,

More useless than ever.

Fuck it,

I’ve got my pot

And that’s all that matters.