Sitting on the floor
knowing the score
what life (might) be for.
how to roll a joint or two
to enjoy being young and in love
with life with each other too.

Walking in the gardens
Spaced out, looking at the sunset,
Being the sunset, when two rugger boys
Made a noise, laughing at the freaks,
I said go to hell, took forty years
but what the hell.

And now my nearest and dearest
Avoid following in my footsteps,
by developing an anthro-biological interest in
Psilocybin mushrooms.

Tetrahydrocannabinol passes the test
Of losing connection with the worst of my nation
sticking with the dappled winter light
reflected on the river below this bridge
I stand with a ghost, my friend, within easy reach.