kids

it is not the fucked up stoner part that is the problem.  it is the don't give a shit part that bugs the squares.  if the fucked up stoners kept their shit neat and tidy and cleaned up after themselves and didn't cause any trouble they could find a place for themselves in society, some of them do.  so the habit that needs to be developed by the conscientious use of the drug is meticulous attention to detail rather then its opposite, which ranges from a learned augmentation of lack of focus, springing out of a deep aversion from reality as it is, through rituals of use that become eventually empty of all but consumption, all the way to static contemplation of the emptiness within, but even at that point discipline is demanded for proper relation with the outside world.  in other words, you need to train yourselves, soon as you get stoned, don't lie there & space out.  clean up.  immediately.  new ritual: stoned & clean.  you can continue to do the kinds of social interactions & stuff you like to do.  just clean & put away stuff & improve shit.  there is really no reason why stoners can't have the neatest gig out there.  neighbors start to imagine you're improving the tone of the community.  this can be done. 

2,
the night was full of smiles redux

something attracted to the commotion over there
things rubbed together something wants to investigate
wants to move from possibility to implantation
hanging around
pink carnation

membranes soften between things
something slips through
another me from a me and a you

a particular melting quality,
a particular angle of fall
gravity fold us in on our selves,
air wet with the breaths of the audience
hanging around, watching the opening
meeting of a here and a there

one in particular walks right in
holding the key, just the right
shape key, walks right in

9 months passed