Some more and some more
Till my baked self – simmered down
Dazed, I sat

Cars whizzed past,
Carts – splashed!
Feet now covered in mud
And I sat – heavy and disoriented

Friends, lost
Self? Don’t know
High – running dry
I walked – to tomorrow’s grave

Vernacularly twisted,
Trip – it seemed to last
Smoked up – fumes, oh so pretty
Green, turning grey

Dazed – I sit, disoriented
Seconds seemed to pass
420 seconds – that’s all
Breathe in and breathe out

I sat,
Sat – stoned
Covered in mud – and stares
Dazed, disoriented.