Riding with Mary Jane

by Andy Cordle

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-07-31 10:25:00

I sat in the chair,
with the pipe in one hand–
an idle stare.
Then she appeared out of smoke.
She begged me to take another toke.
Her green eyes enveloped my soul.
Her lips tasted like sweet memories.
Then I lit the bol.
She was still there inside me looking out.
I remember the fear as she undressed my mind.
Her green eyes enveloped my soul.
The scene was different–in the car.
I knew that, because she was driving.
Smiling with her natural lips, her red hair.
Overdrive was the the trip.
I heard the tires squeal and rip.
One thousand horses screamed under the hood.
I imagined where I stood.
The white room so warm and bare,
but she drove without a care–in my mind.
Pictures through eyes and snapshot vision.
Every moment is lost in every decision.
Moving heavy in this world,
But racing light in my head,
Paranoid delusions tickle my face
Like a hallucination leaving without a trace.
One minute has passed and the pipe is still there.
As I sit idle and stare.