tired, paranoid, and hungry

having

dabbled a little in my

brief community

college stint,

smoking the weed,

the ganja,

mary jane

with my dopey friends

as we spun

records in Joey's basement

while his

mother was

upstairs ironing

or watching television,

we passed

a joint around.

we blew

the harsh smoke

out the casement

window.

cracked open

a little,

as we coughed and got red

eyed.

we burned

our precious pink lungs

with cannabis

from

God knows where

and laughed

as we choked the smoke

out.

i look back now and see that

it was never fun.

never fun

being tired and paranoid,

lazy

and lacking

any sort of civilized

ambition.

we were suddenly hungry

and stupid

all at the same time.

it was just one short 

summer

of passing the joint around,

and i was done.