Timeline – Cipher_O – NetherWoodPoetry

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CHIMERA

Sour D

Twas the best of times/worst of times. Something like

fucked up/allowing myself to fall into a slump. What the

fuck is up. Get the fuck up and keep writing. Each day

and each night/such sights in the sight seeing of the

scene of this modern – modern machine. [Tis strange]. I

have become a seed breeder.

Ganja mon.

I need me some poet’s magical herb.

Motherfuckin ganja is legal in my state, Michigan. They

said it would never happen. Literally. And who could

blame them for their thinking? Our forefathers did years

for cannabis seeds and roaches. Folks asleep in the car,

waking to a flashlight illuminating a roach or a seed, a

cell door mechanically closing.

Basically, I was born on probation. On papers.

I suppose I was rebellious, perhaps.

[Twas the writing. Twas all the writing. I did it for the

writing.]

On probation you must take regular drug tests.

And I was pissing plants, the night before, indulging

in some sweet Mary Jane.

I, being an over achiever, would guzzle fuckin milk

jugs of water, back to back to back to back.

Just how I like to smoke.

A brute force attack. Worked every time.

[I didn’t trust the drink from the head shop. I had

to pass the test, or do anything else I set my mind

to.]

Well… That day I pissed dirty

III

I had a feeling this would happen and almost

just went on the run…

[When on probation, pulling the plug and

just goin on the run is always an option.]

Even sitting in the Probation Office, I

thought about running out of the office and

saying:

Catch me if you can.

[Tis strange… It is in these times where one

feels the most free.]

I ended up goin to jail, a bladder full of urine,

the whole ride to the county jail, out in the

sticks.

… Standing in the processing area, surrounded

by plexi glass holding tanks, actually empty for

the first time I ever seen…

“Excuse me officer. I have to urinate real

horrorshow. Might I use the lavatory.” I perhaps

said.

A stream of urine, down brand new jeans. [I

always mess up new things, for example, always

very quickly get new shoes wet.]

Those jeans went in a property tote, for the

duration of what was, I believe, ninety days..?

I came out and it was another season…

But at the processing, following the completion

of my sentence, the guard…

He was talking about something, which brought

to mind the looming vote for medical

marijuana in our state, and I mentioned

that over 50% of Michiganders approved.

He said. “It will never happen.” As my tote,

with my piss stained jeans and stale cigarettes

arrived.

I said. “Well… If it does pass. I will thank

you for saying: Never.”

Pertaining to my state, they say: Come on vacation

leave on probation.

[Our people fought so many wars against the cops

and the government.]

Fought for the right to exist.

I feel like civilization has been built upon a

mountain of skulls.

My father. His father.

VII

“A embarrassment of riches.”

That is what National Geographic called

cannabis.

A true craft element.

I decided to become an alchemist of cannabis

hash and seeds.

In a wild west like open cosmos of stars

and possibility.

The empowerment of producing ones

own medicine.

VIII

That is what I was gonna say about the cops…

I was recently thinking about the idea of

power corrupting…

Thinking how power is an illusion, from

a certain perspective…

Thinking about “the perception of power”.

As, from a certain perspective, everything

is merely perception.

May we never-ever lose our souls.

There are so many legendary missions in

the cannabis industry, from hippies smuggling

seeds across the silk road, to home growers

all across the world, participating in the

evolution of this Plant Teacher.

Partnerships with nature, made. Flesh to

spirit – Spirit to flesh.

Like the poet.

I got my hands on 3 packs of:

Sour Diesel IBL.

I am going to do an epic open pollination,

upon the winds of chaos.

Rolling the poetic dice-nice.

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