Bare

I've quit smoking my medical mary jane
I feel so bare, naked to the bone.
No more dreamy landscapes to visit
My muse spits in my face, quitter.

Gone is the rhyming scheme
That once fueled my passion.
Feeling brain dead, lethargic
Philosophical ponderings dried up.

Yet compelled to write something new
Come inspiration, don't deny me entry.
Take me to the land of the free
Does this place still exist for me I wonder?

They say no junk, no soul
I suppose this is true.
As I ramble aimlessly, listlessly through
This poem of sorts.

Just one hit will set you free
Though i'm tired of sleepwalking through life.
I want to awaken take a good look around me
See if it was me or the junk talking.

Inside i'm screaming
Fuck, damn, shit.
Profanity, my demon is demanding
Feed me bitch,feeeeeeeeed me.

"I'm stronger than that",
I say with much resolve.
Phone off the hook try another number
I won't let my demons rule me, i'm a tough fucker.

My head will clear eventually
Then will see if I have any talent
Or if my inspiration only comes from
Toking and smoking.

Will see.