Reefer Heads

In stills of silly motions
We smirk not with heavy low eyelids
Holding on to rendering emotions
Conceiving light fudges like kids
When in question of a bloody sight

We held the palm, the oak, the tree
Crushed leaves with words of absurdity
Euphoria the smoke, nostalgia the wild
Twiddling with air instruments
A Living room for a clouded mind

Lively outside, high on hinge sight
Cracks of snacks plead to untamed laughter
Labouring insanity to the crumb of herb
On narrow roads we see greener pastures
This love is extraterrestrial yet lighter.

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