He had just smoked a bowl or two of pretty good weed <br />And low and behold he was an enlightened poetic genius <br />Every idea that popped into his newly opened mind <br />Came from God or the National March of Dimes <br />Every thought seemed like another brilliant idea for a write <br />Every word had practically been transcribed by biblical scholars <br />Every odor and every sound was like a fresh new revelation <br />He could taste and feel for the first time what it meant to be alive <br />He felt he had been ordained and was in the mist of a real epiphany <br />So with that… <br />He smoked another bowl or two of the gifted weed <br />And prayed to Jesus that this feeling never leave him <br />And Jesus answered back from out of the fog in Aramaic <br />That it was all apart of man’s dominion over the earth <br />And the weed was his to keep and to be used as should he so deem <br />But this man who liked to toke and toke and toke and toke <br />Soon became complacent in his daily habits and his work <br />Forgetting to tithe and neglecting the importance of planting for the harvest <br />He was soon left with only zip lock baggies of stems and non-indigenous seeds <br />Much to his chagrin he had finally learned one of Life’s many ironies <br />“Where there is smoke there is sometimes only ire….” <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hemp-headed-epiphany/
