chillum hype

a rhymed, mirrored octet

a l l    
natural
o r g a n i c      
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift  me  to  highest   h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped  feet lend  ceaseless  flight.
stars  shine   without  the   trace  o f   night;
w o r d s   i   hear   are   yet    u n t o l d.
darkness  gives sovereign  rites
to   m y   fiction   h y p e
prima  donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.

© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫