journeymen

I’ve encountered pitfalls no
pill can ever
fix,
and cliques
generalizations don’t
do justice.

Picture perfect rhyme and verses
worsened for wear
outside
youth’s
sovereign borders.

Eyes a little heavy,
soul ever the more
self-medicating,

disorder’s gourmet.

Cannabis cookbooks,
delicacy to crooks, but all
decent
illustrations took was
legitimacy.

To give ingredients
weight,
the yeast of a
Yeats or Whitman.

I’m still but a journeyman
in their rat race
but I brew a pretty
good

namesake.

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3 thoughts on “journeymen

  1. Now this was just fun at every turn! I enjoyed how you crafted the second stanza. And “the yeast of a Yeats or Whitman” – just delightful. But you outdid yourself with “namesake”. I think I will enjoy another sip of this poem.

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