Flow-etry

by Dale Spencer

Poetry is the fire and water
that flows in me
Marijuana gets me high
despite the lows in me
Slowing me down
Smiles emerge somehow
through this frown
Did some self inventory
Couldn’t find my crown
I’m a king but going through a fight
like I’m in a ring
Infinite bruises
Bell never dings

 
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