The Smell of Cigarettes and Marijuana

Innocence is dangerous and I want to be on the verge of death.

Back when pleated skirts and bland communion bread troubled me.

I wish I minded the smell of cigarettes and marijuana.

Before the holy smoke on television turned evil.

Before a popping balloon made children jump.

Before I begged bridges of death to be burned.

Before I saw the warning of Ginsberg’s “America”.

Before a consequence could be death.

 

So when I took a bite from the world,

Blood stained my palms.

I washed my hands from sin and thought:

 

I wish I minded the smell of cigarettes and marijuana.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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