Tuesday, October 27, 2009

bleary oils and swollen boils

suddenly trapped in a fragrant cannabinoid delerium

a pleasant fog; euphoric and relaxing

but befuddling all at once - every now and then a flash of flavour as the tongue finds a prior-unabsorbed pocket of the oil, dribbled sublingually an hour hence

it's like trying to cross the street, at night, on an empty country road, with your eyes closed

you know you're in no possible danger

but you can't help that finger of fear in the back of your head that says

"maybe you won't make it back this time..."