'The Skunk Brothers'

[Sampson]

Written with the illustrious Nixon...

***

let the year 2005
be reknowed
as the year of chive
for three young lives
collided in a downward
spiral of utter denial
based on basic herbal desire
three spliffs ingnited
on a cherry fire lit night
by a single flame
we reconvened at jackson's place
after a day in the city
the epitomy of teen cliche
when we missed our train
and collapsed ragged
on the platform
looking forward
to drawing on spliffs
rolled from the score
in nixon's pocket

we watched as he
emptied that baggie
to roll a fatty
but we never realised
quite what happened
on that rainy hazy night

five years on
and the hat bong rests
an ornament of
the blazed days
a sacred reminder
of the skunkbrother way
our stolen faces
shrouded by heavy smoke

but now we know
brothership
is based on more than dope

[MorpheusSandman]

A humorous piece that really tells a coherent short story from beginning to end. Nice use of subtle, poetic language.

[Bar22do]

Your poem is tight and essential, its message is strong and clear and your poetry so natural... I love it and thank you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The "baggie/fatty" line was so appropriate to the rest of this seemingly spontaneous but beautifully controlled poem. I confess though that the reference to "nixon" is puzzling because I don't think you mean the historic Nixon, but his image and his politics intervene.

[Sampson]

Thank you guys! Your comments are greatly appreciated... And I wrote the poem late last night with my friend Nick, one of my 'Skunk Brothers'. Those heady days were where I adopted the name Sampson, and Nick became Nixon. Jack became Jackson.

It's a silly tradition, but we all remember the so called 'blazed days' fondly. The poem was an indulgence for Nick and I to write, so it's great that you guys enjoyed it so much!

[blank|verse]

Bloody students... :cornut:

[Revolte]

Normally I cant stand pot poems but I really liked this one!

[Sampson]

Cheers guys!

Revolte, what is it you don't like about pot poems? (I tend to find the vocabulary of stonerdom rather limited myself, so for me pot poems can all sound a little alike). Glad you like this one though...