Monday, sunny Monday, don’t know where to begin
Somnambulant waves erupt from within
Like a dormant volcano, I am truly burnt out
Facing the day spends all of my clout.
I yoga & shower, at least I am fresh
Struggling within, caught up in a mesh
A puff or 2 of a neatly rolled joint
It’s a struggle, to get high is the point.
Now I sit in the sun & soak it up
Drinking in its rays, sup by sup
All set for class this afternoon
Bedtime cannot come too soon.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 